Tuesday, July 3, 2007

garden of horrors

my co-worker, MG, and her partner, gwen, have a small garden in their backyard, and each year they have troubles fending off rabbits who are lured by the freshly-planted flower shoots. they hate using industrial pesticide products, so they usually buy a spray of all-natural-things-that-are-stinky (garlic and the like). usually the first night is the worst; the rabbits start advancing even before they've packed up and gone back in the house.

this year, after planting their new flowers, they realized that they had forgotten to buy any spray. it was too late at night to run to the store, so they formulated a new plan...



what you see there is a protective line of destroyed dog toys. their two dogs (munkee and maks) are very fond of destroying dog toys in the most painful of ways - they rip off their eyes and then pull out the stuffing from the eye sockets. occasionally, they'll also take off an arm or leg, especially if it's really dangly or floppy.

now, as most dog owners know, do we throw these destroyed animals out? of course not, because in a few months our dogs will become enamoured with them for a few more days (and then loose interest after receiving another toy with fresh eyes and limbs). what an ingenious idea to give a new purpose to all these sad stuffed toys, which are covered with dog spit and slobber!

here are some close-up shots of some of the guardian toys...





fortunately, the vigilant toys were able to protect the flower beds that first night, and no plants were eaten. but, not wanting to chance a refocused bunny invasion, MG and gwen bought some more spray the next day and relieved the toys of their posts, returning them to their life of leisure inside the house.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Suddenly I'm sad they folded Gardener magazine. You know I would have gotten this is the magazine somehow. That's awesome.

Anonymous said...

This post is so funny! I have to tell you that when I lived in Hawaii I knew a girl (this is so incredibly gross) who would capture huge roaches, kill them by suffocating them under drink glasses, and then string their dead, dried out carcasses on string and hang them on the doorway. She swore she never found (live) roaches in her room again.