Deer eat everything I plant. Between N and me, we've had Lyme Disease five times.
I no longer think they're beautiful.
Well, I do, really; but I still yell at them. They are BOLD. They look at one and run away sort of indolently.
During the drought I read in the local paper that some of them were being killed off. I thought, Oh, good, maybe we won't get Lyme this summer, the f@ckers. Then I saw some of the poor creatures in the yard, it's like Deer Times Square out my window, and they looked so thin and desiccated, and I couldn't help putting out a dish pan of water. It rained that night, so I can hate them again.
The only flowers they don't eat are daffodils and foxglove. They don't adore zinnias, but they'll eat them. I love zinnias. And daisies. And sunflowers. And morning glories. Kindergarten-flowers, I know. Roses, of course. They eat them all up. They even eat the roses, thorns notwithstanding. You can spray vile tasting stuff on the flowers, and it hardly phases them, and then washes off in the first rain.
Coyote urine works for a while. Human hair doesn't work at all. Neither do bars of soap.
And that's all I have to say about deer. Don't ask me why I said it, I haven't a clue. |
