I give up.
The damn deer have triumphed again. They wriggled under the steps and found their way to my tomatoes and basil plants. I chased them off, but they returned (when I was off getting netting). I came home to pitiful, munched-down stalks.
So much for gardening.
I shall stick to baking from now on.
But…next time I’m in a restaurant that serves venison, you know what I’m going to order.
is there any more pie? 
Oh, boo!
Hmmm…I don’t see the Irish Spring deodrant. You may be eating those deer sooner than you think, smelling like Irish Spring will make them easier for hunters to find.
I cleaned off the deodorant and the soaps and put them back in Banjo Man’s bathroom. Gardening is not easy.