hiding out in the garden

This large, ugly rat skulks in the west end of the raised bed and reminds me not to step on the asparagus. If only the cilantro was so lucky.













This jerk hangs out in the pea trellis. If I catch him, I'm throwing him out on Market Street with hope that a hipster on a motor-scooter runs him over. If morning glories are garden variety zombies, squirrels are garden variety pirates.











I found this little mouse while digging up morning glories. She lives in the rock garden now, and keeps an eye on the catnip for me. It seems to work.