Every night when I get home from work (assuming it's still light out and not raining sideways), I go to my flower bed and admire my flowers. I often go to the backyard, too. Why grow them if you're not going to enjoy them?
Tonight was I was startled to find this:
What? You don't see the problem? Count the flowers.
Now here's my shot from Sunday:
Yes! There is a tulip bandit on the loose in my neighborhood.
What giant turdhead.
