I guess I've had it easy up to now. When I grew vegetables over at Dorset Harvest Farm I had a huge spread of a garden--ten rows of vegetables and herbs. Way too much food for my family alone but plenty to give away. While I learned to deal with slugs and cabbage worms, it was rare that I had to mess with pests of the flying and crawling variety. As for animals, I was decidedly blessed. Deer were known to mow down the bulbs in the houses across the street from me but never found their way to the veritable buffet I had growing behind our house. The worst thing I encountered was a squirrel nibbling at a strawberry or two--and then, only rarely.
Now I live west of downtown. With the Syracuse "skyline" visible from my porch it makes my last house feel like the suburbs. To add to the urban vibe, there is a warehouse behind our home that hasn't been kept up as it should. And therein lives my unwanted neighbors.
I see them peering out from the large door that gives them a perfect view of my raised bed--furry, roly poly, what--woodchucks? They're a bit on the small side for that--or maybe they're just waiting to plump themselves up on my vegetables!
Well, I'm not having it. We will have to figure out a way to peaceably coexist. I'm working hard to tend my newly constructed raised bed of lettuces, radishes, spinach, tomatoes, and soon--garlic and I intend to eat the fruits of my labors. One of us will have to forage a little harder for dinner tonight so the furballs next door are on notice--It will not be me!
Now I'm off to send Harrison out to find a suitably attractive and effective enclosure for the raised bed. I've never subscribed to the "good fences make good neighbors" maxim but in this case I'm reconsidering. Sigh.