Deer, as far as I am concerned, are the spawn of Satan. Sure, I have seen Bambi and the the rest of propaganda put out by the deer-industrial-complex. But I am not fooled by the PR image of quiet, shy, big-eyed animals moving through the forest with effortless grace. The reality of deer, of course, is much uglier. They are selfish, voracious, despoilers of the pumpkins of others.
In this case, we are talking about my pumpkins. The Oman garden is winding down. The tomatoes are long past their prime, the last of the green peppers seems to have come and gone, and we are now many weeks removed from spinach, lettuce, peas, beans, carrots, or cucumbers. At this point our garden is mainly about jalapeÃ±o peppers (I have to say that jalapeÃ±os are freakishly productive pepper plants) and pumpkins. Indeed, our garden has basically been transformed into a pumpkin patch, and, to the chagrin of the president of the garden club who insisted that pumpkins were impossible, we have half a dozen beautiful pumpkins.
The other day, however, I found that one of our pumpkins, which was already orange and about a foot across smashed with the undeniable evidence of teeth marks upon it. I have, of course, heard my whole life about the wanton deprecations of deer, but this is the first time that any of their dastardly activities have been directed at me. Nasty, grasping, selfish animals.