Raccoons can identify tomatoes at the moment of perfect ripeness. they attack at night, taking a big parasite-infected bite out of our precious fruit and leaving a squishy half-eaten former beauty on the ground, like a corpse left at the scene by a serial killer taunting the authorities.
Following the loss of three Black Princes, a Persimmon, a Green Zebra and a Red Brandywine, the Queen of Cuisine summoned up her artistry and energy and created an anti-raccoon palisade around the tomato patch. The varmints managed to reach over the chicken wire (which they hate)
to snag the Brandywine, but we reinforced the top and added a ring of string to “confound” them, as Her Majesty says.
The “Critter Ridder” I sprinkled yesterday doesn’t seem to do much.
I’ll keep you posted on developments.