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This morning was the second time in the last couple of weeks that I have thrown open the windows and settled into my writing nest, only to be distracted by a strange rustling sound coming from down in the Cantina Garden. Sure enough, it was 'Dillo Dan, only he ain't so little and cute anymore. He's turned into a leviathan that could probably go toe-to-toe with a VW beetle, and win! I managed to run him off by flipping on the porch lights and aiming a hose at him, but the damage was already done. He seems to have it in for my coneflower bed.
Here's what I'm wondering. As you know, the Cantina Garden is a terraced garden. You can't get from one bed to another without going up and down steps built for human-length legs. With his itty bitty legs, I just don't see how he does it, unless he starts on the top level, then rolls himself up into a bowling ball and hurls himself down from one level to the next. If so, I hope it hurts!