My friend Sarah, who fled Iowa with her husband in December (I’d tell you they fled the weather, but they moved to Alaska, people. Alaska.), was fond of saying this about things: “That is not OK.”
I adopted the phrase just for moments like the one I had yesterday, when I noticed that one of the ripening, red tomatoes on the Stupice plant was gone. Worse than gone, it was half-eaten, ragged with toothmarks and rodent spit, lying on its side in the dirt at the base of the plant.
I had pictures, but then the camera ate them. Whatever this premature gobbling is, it seems to be going around.
Eating the first ripe tomato before I get to it? That is not OK.
I brought in the remaining ripe-ish tomato – it’s pretty close to ready to go, but I had hoped, like Marc of GardenDesk, to leave mine on the plant until I could pick a truly ripe, fully edible tomato and enjoy every bite of it. It’s now on my windowsill, in need of just a day or two more before I’ll really be able to eat it.
“I’m considering buying a BB gun,” I said to The Mint Killer. “When they go after the tomatoes, it’s war.”