For that reason, the rotten peanuts from my first harvested batch were thrown away instead of composted. However, I completely forgot in my next batch.
I realized it a day or so later and mentioned to my husband: "Oh dear I composted the rotten peanuts, so I need to go scoop those out so that we don't have compost peanut plants spread throughout our gardens!"
He smiled, turned, and asked if I saw the one the squirrel buried.
I look at him horrified...oh no! I never once thought about the squirrels!! They're going to steal them from the compost bin and bury them all over the yard and we'll have peanut plants everywhere and oh no, oh no! Etc., etc.
Pause, while I back-up a bit.
In our yard we have, um..."special" squirrels. They are seriously, hilariously, neurotic. One particular little runt with a scruffy tail I named "Hammy" (like from 'Over the Hedge') I would watch him ruuuuuun all the way around the yard, dart up this tree, stop halfway, race back down, across the ground, dart up another, race down to the ground, spin around, chase his tail in circles, look like he was very badly doing a "bob and weave" tactic across the yard to avoid gunfire... hi-LAR-ious!
I even saw one fall off a fence! Like I said: special!
Ok, so, while I'm in angst about how we'll NEVER find all the peanuts they bury, husband continues to smile calmly and says, "Not when you see this one. Come. Time for a little journey."
He grabs a flashlight and out the front door we go to the edge of the driveway (there's a small rectangle island of grass between the driveway, tulip border, front stoop and bed against the house) and right there next to it he shows me this:
I died.
So, so, so funny!
Our poor little, "special" squirrels tried so hard to bury a treasure they found. Oh how excited they must have been...look at these rare gems that were delivered right to our playground! How yummy...how perfect! I'm going to hide it some place special where no one will find it!
Pat, pat...well, done little fellow, well done.
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