A couple months ago, on a Sunday morning, over breakfast, mom was telling me about the basil, mint, and rosemary she had planted in the rectangular window-box-sized pot outside the window. And at the very moment I looked out the patio door at the pot (which was placed on the ground), I see a sharp little head with a pointy little snout and beady little eyes poking up from the pot and looked right back at me.

The post mortem (on the plants, not on the chipmunk) revealed that greedy little bastard dug up pretty much all of the seeds.

So when mom decided to replace the ruined stuff with gypsofilia, she did the smart thing and left the pot indoors untill the little plants started growing out.

Summer has come, and so has warmth and moisture. So we left our plants out to make the best of the wonderful weather. This morning, mom told me that the gypsofilia are starting to flower, though most of them are still buds. I looked up from my breakfast, at the pot that is now, again, sitting on the ground outside the patio-door, and I see a big, furry, cotton-tailed butt.

And we see it eventually turning its interest away from the flowers, wondered closer to the patio door, looked at the other plants, and started munching on the leaves of the hot pepper plant sitting there.

It is quite amazing, actually. The previously unevenly grown flowers are now all the same height, the flower-buds all nibbled away uniformly, as if a lawnmower passed over it.