Before planting the garden in the hot tub, on the deck, last spring:
Me: “What can we do to keep deer off the deck so they don’t eat all the plants?”
Captain OCD: “Deer aren’t going to go on the deck.”
“Sure they will. They’re all but domesticated. They aren’t afraid of anything anymore.”
“Deer are not going to go on the deck.”
“But”
“No way will deer ever walk up the steps to the deck.”
“Right, they’ll leap. They’re leapers. There’s a reason why a six-foot fence isn’t tall enough for a deer fence.”
“The deer will never go up on the deck.”
Today:
Captain OCD: “Did you pick all the tomatoes for the salad last night?”
Me: “I didn’t pick any tomatoes.”
“Huh. Looks like the deer got all the tomatoes.”
On the deck.
