Monday, June 25, 2012

who the F#%$*@! ate my marigolds?!

My lovely parents came to visit last week, and my dad spent several days revamping my garden. Like  a true doting dad, he planted all these nice flowers, including marigolds, to spruce things up.


I came back last night from a week in Utah & New York City only to walk outside this morning and find this BS:



Who the F ate my marigolds?! The same thing happened to my brand new succulent. When I catch up with whoever it is (squirrel, bug, rat, opossum), they should prepare to die. Or at least suffer the wrath of a very annoyed bridezilla.