Killer

I am a killer. There. I said it.

I feel so bad. I didn't mean to do it.

Really.

It all started last Saturday. My lovely tomatoes have started to explode into beautiful, plump, juicy, red bits of goodness. They have been a huge temptation for the stupid birds in the neighborhood. I even caught a hummingbird buzzing around them. As you know, this garden has been a lot of work. A. Lot. So I wasn't going to let some stupid birds take away the fruits of my labor. Literally.

So, I went down to Home Depot and bought some garden webbing, or "bird deterrent," if you will. Not really having a clue what I was doing, I kind of threw the stuff over the plants and then staked it down, dusted off my hands, and that was that.

Well, tonight, ahem, I went out to pick some tomatoes. I didn't check them last night because, well, that's another story. Let's just say I was at work until the wee hours of the morning. This morning. As in today. See? Another story.

So, I pick a few and then go around to the back of the boxes to get a handful more and what do I see?

This.

I have no idea what it is. I think it got its little leg caught. Then struggled. Then hung itself.

See? I'm a killer.

Stupid tomatoes. Stupid webbing.