For those of you following my saga of
the Tomato Bandits, you'll be happy to know that I returned from Chicago to find some new little tomatoes plumping up nicely on the vine. Apparently my mother's advice concerning the aluminum pie tin was working!
I was so happy to see them and took great care in nurturing them. Until a few days later when I went out to find this on our deck railing...

It's as if they were just waiting for me to return. I can almost hear the little squeaky chatter now,
Wait, that's not her watering the plants. Come to think of it, I haven't seen her out here in a few days.
Maybe we should just lay low for awhile and see what happens.
[a few days later] There she is! Everyone in position; we move in at dusk.
OK, so that might be a little extreme (maybe even obsessive), but it's really starting to feel personal. So I decided to take things to the next level and follow my neighbor's "
scarecat" advice. Since we didn't have a stuffed cat who was willing to be used, I adopted my daughter's stuffed donkey "Mo" to sit watch over the precious tomato plants.

Before you send me blazing comments about what an insensitive mom I must be to offer up my daughter's precious stuffed animal as a sacrifice to the tomato gods, let me be quick to add that she offered him willingly and enthusiastically. (She's taking the attack quite personally, too. I don't know where she gets that.)
But Mo only lasted till sundown. I couldn't bring myself to leave Little Miss's treasured friend out in the elements all night, especially since it was supposed to storm that night. (I'm not sure she really understood the fact that he wouldn't return in the same condition in which she offered him to me.) When she saw Mo inside the next morning, she asked with deep concern, "What happened? Now the squirrels will get the tomatoes!"
I assured her we would figure something out, but honestly I don't know what. I can't bring myself to endanger any other beloved stuffed animal. And I can't, in good conscience, spend money to purchase an animal that will only be left out in the heat and rain at the mercy of these cruel bandits. I may simply have to chalk this year's tomato experience up to just that...experience, and possibly console myself with the fact that I've kept the local squirrel population fed and well-hydrated this summer.
The good news is my pepper plants are doing well, and we will hopefully be enjoying some fresh, homegrown peppers soon!