Warning: my potty-mouth is not filtered in this post.
She was there when I went to bed at 1am, I think. I’m not sure. Ben doesn’t remember seeing her (or not seeing her) when he got home either.
All I know is that I ran outside in my fluffy pink robe to throw a bucket over her because we got a freak hail storm today. She wasn’t there. :(
Yeah. There are obviously asshats living near me. Plantnapping asshats. They don’t deserve a better word with no swearing, really.
Russell, my garden security guard, must’ve dozed off.
WHO STEALS COURGETTE PLANTS?! And the tag next to them?!
If you’re going to steal something, know how to grow it already. Better yet, grow up and buy it.
I’m fairly certain someone is just messing with us now. Three different things going missing, all on the weekend.
Called the landlord and told him I want a better flood light. I’m also now shopping for photoelectric beam sensor alarms. I’m sick of this shit.
I’m curious now, though. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever had stolen from you?