My hopes are all blighted. I came home this evening and, as is my custom, dashed out the back door to examine my garden eagerly. What should I see but two enormous holes where my biggest dahlias were this morning! Some creature got in and tore them out. It can't have been Dixie because if she had been blundering around in there a great deal more would have been disturbed. It can't have been the cats because they stay inside while we're at work. I am left to conclude it was squirrels. But why? They didn't eat the leaves. I found those cast aside and half buried under a mound of dirt. I'm really mad. And I don't know how to keep the squirrels away from the rest of my dahlias. My plan for the back section of the fence has been destroyed by varmints
This means war.
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