Cucumbers

     I have a critter that regularly gets into garbage on the back porch. Actually, I don't even know if it is a porch but, for simplicity's sake, that is what I call it. Many Sunday evenings after an exhausting day at work have found me out there wearing disposable gloves putting garbage back into garbage bags without holes gnawed in them. Monday is garbage day you know and you have to be ready for it regardless of how exhausting a day of rest might be.

     

     Last night, I inadvertently may have arrived at a solution to this ongoing impasse. I regard it as such because, whatever the creature is, it has a right to survive too. Hunger is not a crime. I had some leftover cucumber slices and old, wrinkly baby carrots. Instead of throwing them out, I put them on a little white plate and put it outside by the garbage in the bags which I hang from hooks. Whatever creature it is can't quite get at the garbage that way entirely. Sometimes, there are small holes chewed in the bags but they can't get at the garbage as well as if the bags are just on the ground. 

     When I checked on the feast after work today, the plate did not have even one speck of a cucumber or carrot left on it. Success!! Tonight, the creature, if it so desires, will be dining on trail mix without the chocolate pieces and pineapple chunks.