By Jennie

I live in a city. My experiences with “nature” are few and far between. But since I’ve gotten into gardening, I have, by necessity, become familiar with the “fauna” part of “flora and fauna” (can snails be classified as “fauna”, I wonder?). Most of the time I’m dealing with smallish creatures of the buggy and crawlie variety – worms, spiders, ants, terrifying unidentified things with many, many legs. But I am aware that larger animals lurk – most of them of the rodent family. I saw a possum on the fence once, late at night. It was hideously ugly, and seemed to think that if it didn’t move, I wouldn’t see it, in spite of the fact that it was sitting there on top of the fence, plain as day. Freaky.

I am mostly quite happy that these members of the animal kingdom are in no more hurry to encounter me than I am to meet them. They didn’t bother me, and I didn’t bother them. But this past fall, I got it into my head to expand my horizons and plant some vegetables. I got some cabbages, some peppers, some basil, some spring onions. At first, things seemed to be going swimmingly. Oh sure, the basil got trampled/dug up within a few days, but that may well have been the cats, honestly.

Then I started to notice little nibbles out of the cabbages (which were otherwise flourishing – I still get a thrill of surprise at seeing something I’ve planted actually grow). No biggie, I thought. Probably a few snails. Icky (I really don’t like snails), but it wasn’t like they could decimate plants as large and lush as these. Well, maybe it wasn’t snails, because before I knew it, several of the plants were gobbled up. Okay,  lesson learned – I guess I need to get some sort of netting thing if I want to be the intrepid vegetable grower, living off the land (with frequent trips to Safeway, Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s).

I actually had an even more annoying encounter with the destructive and inconsiderate pigginess of local rodents earlier last year. Early in the summer, I noticed that one of the trees in our front yard appeared to be producing some sort of fruit, something this tree had never done before. I pulled one of the fruits down to examine it, but couldn’t figure out what it was – smallish, a bit oblong, light green. Internet research suggested it might actually be a nut. When my aunt was over one day, she identified it as a walnut.

A walnut! I had a walnut tree! Oh happy day – I could make all sorts of things with the healthy, nutritous walnuts my beautiful tree was soon to yield. I was quite excited.

I only noticed in passing one day a cute little squirrel on one of the branches, nibbling delicately on one of my not-yet-mature walnuts. Oh, hi, cute little squirrel, I thought. You looks so cute with that little walnut in your front paws. Then I went on my merry way, and didn’t give the squirrel or the tree a thought for several weeks. One day, I was outside and looked up, checking on the progress of my soon-to-be harvested walnut windfall.

There was not one darn walnut left on the entire tree. Anywhere. Those squirrels had stolen every last one. Bastards!

Sigh. So, no homegrown walnuts for me – it’s back to the store-bought variety. I may still be able to rescue a cabbage or two from the patch. And I’ve gotten one of those Topsy-Turvy things that allow you to grow tomatoes upside-down – it’s hanging off off my upstairs deck. Let’s see any animal get its paws on that!

How about you? Any encounters with ravenous nature stealing your hard-earned fruits and veggies?

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