The night before last, somebody came into the garden and dug up one of my carrots. Just one. Which they left next to the hole so that the garden gastropods could have a nice feast. I found it there yesterday afternoon.
So now I have a curious mystery to solve: Who did it? And why?
I mean, the vegetable garden is in full view of the street and I’ve often thought that anyone wandering past could quite easily help themselves to tomatoes (last year) or beans (this year) if they had a mind to. All they’d have to do is reach out their hand. Then there’s the little apple tree. They’d have to be slightly more adventurous to reach that, but it wouldn’t wholly surprise me if we woke up one morning and found that someone had taken it into their heads to pinch some apples or knock them all off the tree for the sheer hell of it. But they haven’t. Instead, I’ve had several people stop by and say how well everything is doing and what a good idea it is to have a vegetable patch in the front garden. (We don’t have a back garden). Or they tell me how pretty the vegetable patch looks with the flowers as well or how good grilled courgettes taste – have I tried them?
And now, to cap it all, I’ve had a carrot very carefully dug up for me!
It makes no sense. If, for example, it was a four-footed beastie, why didn’t they eat it? Are my carrots really that bad?
Interestingly, my next door neighbour has had the odd plant dug up in the night as well. Again, no damage. Just dug up and left. For no reason. (Or none that we can see).
It’s all very mysterious.
These aliens that supposedly carry out experiments, are they not very good at putting things back when they have finished with them?
Did my carrot not pass quality control?
Have they signed a secret agreement with the gastropods as part of their plan for world domination?
That must be it. I mean, I also have a scab on my knee. Not just a little scratch, but a proper scab, as if I’d grazed it somehow. It’s even a bit sore if I kneel on it. Yet I have absolutely no memory of how it got there.
It’s the aliens! It has to be the aliens! They must have been in a hurry when they brought me back…
Unless it was the garden gnomes, just trying to be helpful?