[insert curses, mutters, maniacal laughs] GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. The g*wd d*mn groundhawgs are getting to me. I've only been going up to the garden every couple of days because we still ain't had enough rain to wet under the chile plants so they're still stressed and hoping for enough tomatoes to put up is basically a lost cause. But the bamboo stake/mousetrap Rube Goldberg contraption I had rigged up where I put out over 50 mousetraps and then laid bamboo stakes from trigger to trigger to defend the tomatoes from squirrels and groundhawgs had been functioning fairly well and I was only losing one or two eating tomatoes a day to the creatures. I mean those mousetraps are on such a hair-trigger that when I accidently hit a stake there's this domino effect that sets traps to snapping all over the garden, so I know they were smashing groundhawg toes and scaring squirrels. But the Achilles Heel of all of this is the tomatoes are only surrounded on three sides by the jury-rigged booby traps. The side of the tomatoes that fronted on the chiles doesn't have any bamboo and I just have an isolated trap or two on that front. This is mainly because that's a big stand of chiles and I never noticed any access paths running through the rown of zinnias that seperates the tomatoes from the peppers. The broad leaf peppers are the ones closest to the tomatoes; big lush deep green leaves on plants maybe four or five feet tall. Really, it's quite a barrier. But on Sunday when I was picking peppers and tomatoes to eat I noticed several half-eaten green tomatoes on the ground and I wondered who had eaten them as this was far more loss than normal and seemed to approach the carnage of last year when the GroundHawg left fewer than ten tomatoes for us for the whole season. So tonight I'm looking around and, like, whoa, there's half-eaten tomatoes everywhere, but none of the mousetraps are set off. So I wander up to the chiles and the open side of the patch. YIKES! There's a Great big Datil, down, down on the ground. And there's a hab horizontal. And LOOK, LOOK, THERE'S A MASSIVE EMPTY SPOT WHERE THE SERANNOS USED TO BE. Then I notice the ground around the downed serrano bushes is powdery, like it's just been roto-tilled to near-dust levels. Whut? WHUT'S THAT? It's a *HOLE*; A Great Big Hole right where the serranos are laying. The g*wd d*mn Groundhawg has burrowed right into the garden, right in the pepper patch, right next to the tomatoes. This creature is either very lazy, or exter-eemlee arrogant. So I talked to the neighbors who let me plow up their back yard for my garden but who frown on my propensity to rely on firearms as a matter of first resort. We reached an understanding. I won't shoot when they are home. Groundhawgs is awfully arrogant peoples. carp