F you, squirrels

While watching wonderpup play at the dog park, I was mentally composing a post about my first strawberry from the garden and, tiny though it was, the joy it brought me. I showed it to Western One this morning, who told me to leave it alone, but it was red and ready for the picking. Teeny tiny, but still, lovely.

I just wandered outside to pick said tiny strawberry, photograph it and then devour it. I'm sure you can guess what I found...

This is all that remains of my first strawberry, laid out in a temporary resting place among the list of all the stuff I should be doing instead of mourning my loss and cursing urban rodents.