Our corn patch has been ransacked by coons. You know, those "cute" bandits. Six months of tilling, fertilizing, weeding, watering, waiting. The eager anticipation of harvest and a winter of sweet corn from our own small plot gone in one night. We still have enough to save, but how? Why?
The problem is not in the feelings of anger at the coons? Seems to me that would be normal. It is the frustration of plans gone astray that really gets under my skin. We had planned to do good things with the corn. Feed ourselves and maybe some less fortunate neighbors (the two legged variety). Now we get to spend a lot of time, effort and money to coon proof what remains.
The problem for me is still the "why". Why do I care about corn? I can buy more. I have enough to eat, and I can always buy an extra bag for my neighbor if I really want to feed them. At the end of all my excuses it comes down to the "waste" of my time and energy. All that effort wasted on a coon.
Maybe the effort was wasted before the coons showed up?
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