To Catch a Thief

Our garden has given us an abundance of zucchini, plenty of yellow squash and piles of cherry tomatoes. Our larger tomatoes, suprisingly named "Early Girl", are just starting to come in. Last week, there was one on the vine starting to turn orange. Oh, it just looked so perfect! I couldn't wait to pick it and serve it with dinner.

One morning midweek, I looked out the window and realized it was lying on the ground, partially eaten. I called King J on his cell...

Me: You know that first tomato that's been growing so well?
Hubs: Yeah, what about it?
Me: Something ate it.
Hubs: You're kidding.
Me: Nope. It's half-eaten and laying in the garden away from the plant. Some animal ate it.
Hubs: Probably a mole or something.
Me: Yeah, bummer.

So, that evening, while I was cooking dinner, I looked out and saw our thief. I called King J and Princess E to the window, while I grabbed my camera. I caught our garden thief in the act.

I can't blame the little guy. Really, I can't. He doesn't know any better. I have to give him credit, too. He ate it ALL. Every. Last. Bite. He didn't waste a drop.

As for me, I picked the other orange ones and brought them into the house to finish ripening.