There had been 2 previously. I couldn't
figure out how a raccoon could do it, without leaving some crushed
leaves of melon, completely surrounding the tomato bed, in his wake.
A squirrel would pull over the tomato cage, not well-grounded, as he
tried to dangle to dinner. The tomato was buried too deeply in the
center of the plant for a bird to spot it; besides, the damage was
more than pecking. It was more than half a tomato! I simply couldn't
figure out which rodent was to blame.
Until I held that mostly eaten tomato
in my hand and pondered where I had seen these droppings before. When
it dawned on me, I dashed to the compost to deposit my disgust.
Aaaarrrrgh!
This morning, the mice have taken out
the 5th sweet black krim tomato. There are droppings at
the base of the plant to confirm my sinking suspicion. They are
fussy. The do not touch the cherry nor the pear tomatoes. They forgo
the ripe Roma's. Its only the rich, smoky flavor of the black krim's
that pleases their palate.
Well, truth be told, last night they took on a nearly-ripe butternut, too. Sigh.
I have already been pussy-footing
around the edge of my bed where the black widow lives. After the mice damage
discovery this morning, I'd had it. Today she happened to be outside
her hideout - and she was crushed with a brick. Good and hard. She was the scapegoat to my mouse frustrations. It's true.
A friend of any arachnid which
will eat bad insects in my garden, I put up with fear of her daily, as I dipped into my giant jabba-the-hut patty pan bush to pick
that day's baby squash. It hung over the black widow's lair by mid-season, you see.
Yet, being that she happened to choose an
address a mere 2 feet away from the children's sandbox, one could argue
my actions were overdue anyway.
Gardening – a healing pursuit has
become one of peril. Threats, hazards are lurking everywhere. I will
not have it! After 4 days of NPR relaying details of death due to Hanta virus in Yosemite, I can't stomach sharing my paradise with mice.
The internet commiserates with my hate
of the rodents who consume the lovely sweet produce I've toiled in
this drought to bring to fruition. And here's what I'll be scouring
up to begin battle today.
1) Strong poles for the corners of a fence
barrier – very fine metal mesh, around my tomato patch. A mouse can
squeeze through a space 1/4 inch in diameter- just large enough for
his skull! It will not be mouse-proof, but will provide some
deterrent. In future years, perhaps a steel mesh 'greenhouse' will be
in order. It will have the dual-function of protecting my garden from
hail, which is so common where I live. (Not a cheap solution, for sure, but one which has BIG paybacks.)
2) Sticky traps. I can handle crushing
or drowning the squirming, little varmints. In previous years, I left this to a
stouter soul, but now I have an ax to grind with the little suckers.
Also,
1) I will eliminate their hiding spots
in my backyard. The pallet set up against the fence nearby; the old,
nearly-fully decomposed, hallowed-out stump, and my sprawling,
unexpectedly-large, melon patch need to go. Trellises and plenty of light on bare
soil, surrounded with a well-kept buffalo grass lawn, would be much more ideal.
2) And in the same vein, I'll skip mulch in
this spot. I just mulched half a tree's worth of bark around the
other side of my yard. That may be providing a habitat for them.
(Okay, there's more than a small chance of that. Sigh. But beating
the drought has been tough! Chalk up one more reason to xeriscape to
my region's natural rainfall levels.)
3) I plan to keep the ground extra tidy. My cherry tomato plants like to drop green ones when they're stressed and red ones, when the bushes are bumped. Time to clean up!
4) I'll reconsider what I grow at home versus my community garden plot, where the mice are not so myriad. If I can not afford the mesh greenhouse, the tomatoes will be replaced with turnips, rutabagas and broccoli raab here at home.
5) All tomatoes will be removed at 'first blush' and ripened in a box in the kitchen. No vine-ripened tomatoes for me this year.
5) Remove any damaged and half-eaten tomatoes immediately. The scissors I use for this is boil-sterilized each time I remove a tomato - and in fact, anytime its used in the garden these days!
6) Finally, I'll be adding a layer of dirt to the compost pile each time I add food compost. Even though I skip fats, dairy, fish, meat and bread in the compost; the food scraps will need to be fermented and covered with yard waste or dirt in these every-rodent-for-itself, tough, drought, autumn days.
I am rejecting suggestions, which
advise purchasing rubber decoy snakes, a mouser (including an owl), chipmunks, ammonia and mothballs. I am also
rejecting any idea, which calls for putting out food and water for
them, even it will eventually cause their demise (such as cement
mixed with cornmeal). I'm not sure how may friends it may call to
the party!
Now...how to make my yard an attractive
place for raptors to hang out? I would LOVE to invite them to dinner
and enjoy watching them, too.