the plants were (skunks don't usually get that close) and how it looked like the plants were dug up rather than ripped from the ground.
since Hubby retired he's had a small garden...all raised beds and this year he's had a terrible time with moles and voles...he's lost two tomato plants,a green pepper plant and they're digging up his potatoes UGH!
Ooo...I'd be mad. We used to have a garden every summer when I was growing up. Mom loved the idea of fresh produce*...but after years of Dad and I preparing the ground (he rototilled), planting the seeds/plants, lugging buckets of water to the very back of the back yard (the hose didn't reach), weeding, and harvesting the veggies, neither of us now have much love for gardening, or yard work in general. We moved the garden up to a patch of grass closer to the house in later years--the hose actually reached this one!--but then we had trouble with critters getting into the garden. One year, no matter what Dad did (and Dad tried a LOT of things: putting up a string fence, attaching metal cans full of bullet casings that would rattle when the fence was disturbed, spraying an old perfume of mine on and around the fence...and yes, once he went out late at night and peed around the borders of the garden), the deer got almost everything in the garden. That was the last year of the garden 😁
* Mom's dad loved to tend a vegetable garden, so Mom grew up with fresh corn, tomatoes, beans, etc. Every year she would insist on a garden...then do absolutely no work in it. She cooked with the bounty and that was it. Every year, Dad and I groaned about the work, protesting and, in Dad's case, offering to just give Mom extra money to buy produce from a farmer's market or roadside stand but nope, every year, she'd enthuse about how great it was to have a garden and charm Dad into putting in one.
