It is hot, hot, hot. Let's have BLT's for dinner tonight I thought. Shouldn't we have some tomatoes from the garden by now? My mouth was just watering thinking of those sublimely delicious and juicy home grown red slices.
Nope. The deer had the same thought. Reached right over the top of the barrier and plucked away the ripe fruit.
Drat the deer.
Die Bambi!
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