Rapscallions

Someone is stealing our ripe, juicy, delicious tomatoes. Someone rascally with sharp teeth and no footprints. Apparently our dogs aren't doing their job, but are hanging out lazily in the garage sleeping all night. Beetles and bugs, fungus, torrential rains, horses, ice storms, and thieves; the gardener's battles never end. I was going to try canning today. Very small thank you to the rapscallions for getting me off the hook.