Woe is me, a night marauder visited my garden last night. A small critter like a baby opossum has been digging in my lovely raised beds several nights in a row. It would dig up a seedling or two and I would transplant it back into the soil the next day. It dug up my newly sprouted garlic several times, that seeming to be a favorite corner of the bed for it to dig up.
I’ve been expecting the dang thing to move to another yard soon, as urban wildlife does in this area (coastal southern California). But NOOOOOOO! Baby brought Big Momma or Big Daddy last night. Instead of delicate holes here and there in the bed, the entire bed is turned over. Compost is in piles everwhere and spilled out of the bed. Even the plant tags were buried under mounds of nice, fresh, soft compost.
I didn’t have the heart to photograph the wanton destruction of Raised Bed #1. It’s wrecked. The varmit dug up all of my newly planted Lollo Rossa lettuce, Lucullus chard, Danvers Half-long carrots, Hollow Top parsnips, garlic, the Aristocrat zucchini that had flower buds on it, and even my two tomato transplants were were a decent size and beginning to flower. I’m devastated. It didn’t eat them, it just dug. I guess it was looking for good-smelling stuff in the nice fresh compost.
I sifted through the compost and recovered some of the seedlings. Their roots were still moist, so I just planted them back into the bed after smoothing it out. I lost all of the lettuce, most of the parsnips, and over half of the garlic, chard and carrots in my square foot garden. I replanted the two tomatoes and the squash, but they look pretty bedraggled.
This is war! I’m baiting the live trap and setting it out tonight. When I catch that miserable varmit, be it an opossum or raccoon, it goes to the other side of Huntington Beach’s big central park and becomes someone else’s problem. Grrrrr!