My friend is waging a war to save her vegetables from the aggressions of an insidious invader known as the groundhog. They know no boundaries, recognize no form of legitimate government authority, show no mercy, and take no prisoners.
According to her latest update, hogs invaded her home base and destroyed her romaine while she was away performing a humanitarian mission. Later she discovered that the enemy had also destroyed her crop of kale and established a base of operations nearby. She has been forced to call in air strikes on their underground facilities. It's unknown at this time whether the air strikes were effective. These subterranean saboteurs often have a network of burrows which allow them to elude attack and escape all capture attempts.
The battle is ongoing with the weather favoring both sides and neither camp likely to yield at this time. Stay tuned for updates.
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4 comments:
LOL! I am picturing Bill Murray in Caddyshack. I can't wait for the updates and hope to learn whether explosives were involved ;-)
Explosives were indeed involved and will be again should the enemy provide a clear target (said she who is who is leading the - ahem - ground war in this instance). Next step: chemical warfare by way of filling the new burrow in the iris bed with used kitty litter.
Insurgents have already been spotted near the perimeter this morning.
There will be blood! (Or tears. Or both.)
From extensive personal experience, used kitty litter doesn't work. This stinky spray stuff called Repels-All sort of works. Big rocks do not work. Except that sheer persistance with the big rocks when they keep digging back up the same dadgum hole, can wear them down some.
We've had pretty good luck with kitty litter. It's not a cure-all, but it does seem to discourage the groundhogs a bit. I also look for dead things (usually something our cats have killed and left for us) and will chuck these into the burrows. Groundhogs are vegetarians and they don't like their burrows befouled.
Speaking of big rocks, I did manage to hit a groundhog with a good-sized rock the other day. It had run for its burrow, but couldn't resist peeking out at me. I picked up a softball sized rock and chucked it into the burrow opening. I think it connected because the groundhog let out a very satisfying squeal.
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