Somehow the week between Christmas and New Year’s always has the coldest nights.
So this is what happened to my two pomegranates that were just above ground level: a classic Californian cottontail, trying to figure out this frost thing this morning. How on earth did it survive 70 years of dense suburbia and fencing?
I can only guess that the motion-activated water sprayer next door did not meet its approval nor the dog at the house past that.
I wonder how those sprayers hold up after freezes.
(Edited to add, and if we hadn’t gotten home from our friends’ house so late I would have mentioned that we found out about the neighbors’ zapping sprayer when they asked us to feed their fish while they were out of town. They forgot to mention that, oh, and please do it before 6 pm–the anti-raccoon-raider device timer starts then.
Oops.
We have laughed about that for years now.)
