Relative Something

We received a wonderful multi-colored lily as a gift last year and Cyndie planted it in the ground outside our front entrance to the house. It was one of the first plants to sprout from the ground when the snow melted away this past spring. It brought us both great joy when the flower blossom appeared.

Isn’t that just wonderful?!

Well, yesterday, this is the scene Cyndie unexpectedly stumbled upon:

Not looking so wonderful anymore, eh?

What critter would not only dig up such a beautiful flowering plant but toss it away like a piece of unwanted trash?

The most likely trouble makers we suspect are squirrels or chipmunks. We’ve seen both marauding in the vicinity of the once glorious lily.

We’ll see how hardy the lily turns out to be. Cyndie replanted it.

I may need to spend some extended time lounging on the front step. My slingshot hasn’t had any chances to come out a play for quite a while. We can find out who is more patient, them or me. If I sit still long enough, me thinks they might just forget I’m there and I can apply a little consequence for their ravaging behaviors.

Vengeful? Who, me?

In this case, a little.

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