I'm serious about these deer. I really hate them. When I posted yesterday, they had left about 5 blooms in the entire back yard. That's 5 out of what should have been over 100 lilies. As if that wasn't bad enough, I'm sitting here typing this at 6:48AM on Saturday morning -- in my underwear, with grass clippings on my feet and shaving cream on my face. I just chased off the latest intruder who I saw casually stroll into the back yard for her breakfast while I was upstairs shaving.
I'm now down to 2 blooms.
This is where the magic happens.
