Someone has found a hole in our vegetable garden fence!
Everyday a few of my precious tomatoes go missing.
A raccoon at night perhaps?
The thieves don't even care if the tomatoes are ripe. They will eat every green or red one they can reach!
Or perhaps it's a little, white, furry creature during the middle of the day?
Or possibly there is a whole team of thieves working both day and night????
To catch a thief, one needs a plan!
Mr. B came up with it - a breath analyzer!!! Brilliant.
(But then again, he most always is......)
So the other afternoon, when Mika had been outside for an unusually long period of time, Mr. B held her up and smelled her breath!
Caprese Salad!
She was so busted......
"It's difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato." --Lewis Grizzard
