On the Fly: The Veggie Snitch
Although I grew up in farm country, I've never had a knack for growing vegetables. Perhaps I should say... the desire. Although I have fond memories of the huge garden my grandpa had and then later my mom. Fresh corn, green beans, snap peas, onions, radishes... tomatoes. Yum. I remember sitting in the backyard shucking corn and snapping peas with my grandma. She was a talker and she was fun. But I digress...
My boss at the library also happens to be my neighbor. She has an amazing garden. This year she gifted Steve and I with tomatoe plants. We planted them in the backyard where we usually plant flowers. Boy, did they grow! I got so excited when I saw actual tomatoes hanging off the stems! There's a mix of little tomatoes (cherry?) and big tomatoes. (By the way, this picture isn't of our plant, but it looks close.)
The big tomatoes are still very green, but some of the smaller ones turned red a few days ago. I was so thrilled. I picked them and brought them inside. I put them in a container and set them on a table in the sun. I remember my mom doing that so that they would ripen just a tad more. My mouth watered just thinking about how our first garden tomatoes were going to taste.
The next morning I found the container knocked over. At first I blamed Sadie (our cat). She's very playful and I could imgaine her batting over the little container. I imagined tomatoes hitting the floor and rolling under the table. I looked and... no tomatoes. Gone without a trace. I knew Sadie wouldn't eat them. I knew Chyenne, our younger dog wasn't tall enough to get them off the table nor would she eat them. She doesn't like veggies. But Billie ...
Billie will eat anything you drop on the floor... raw broccoli, onions, mushrooms... Or anything you leave on the counter... bagels, bread, bbq sauce.... We have learned to be cautious. Except I forgot the day I set the tomatoes on the table. I don't know when she got them, but I know it was her and she ate every last one! I know for a fact because when I cleaned up her doo-doo in the backyard there was evidence! Guilty as charged!
Sigh. So Billie got the first and only taste of our first homegrown tomatoes. Steve and I are still waiting for more to ripen. Hopefully, she won't beat us to it and eat them right off the vine.
What's the strangest thing your pet ever ate?