“Back when [Former Owner of Our House] lived here, we would have just shot ’em.”
The Neighbor is speaking with The Husband about the gigantic possum and raccoon that are co-habitating underneath our backyard shed. They aren’t long for this earth if The Neighbor has anything to do with it. Seems they’ve been gorging themselves by eating three square meals a day from his elaborate garden, a crime punishable by death.
I was aghast until I remembered that we live in Western Pennsylvania, a corner of the universe where the start of hunting season means kids get an official day off from school. Seriously. For real. I guess this is what people do here — go around shooting the backyard wildlife.
Immediately after sharing with The Husband his plans for setting traps for the backyard pests (“he’s going to be cleaning up the remains after his handiwork, I assume?” I replied), The Neighbor asked if we liked tomatoes. Apparently Mr. Possum and Ms. Raccoon aren’t fond of them because despite eating the Neighbors out of house and home and garden, they have an abundance of them. Last night, he came to the door bearing a bag of perfectly ripe tomatoes.
And then today, a coworker was out of the office and she asked me if I would like to have her CSA share for this week. (The front of our building is a drop-off point.) Sure, I said, grateful for her generosity. Among the CSA items were, of course, several luscious tomatoes, which have now overtaken my kitchen counter.
I’m not complaining though. It’s been a tough couple of days. Everyone’s generally fine but we’re all under a significant amount of stress for various reasons. The tomatoes are a small thing, really, but I’m thankful for the kindness of The Neighbor and The Coworker for saving us a few dollars off this week’s grocery bill.
Everyone knows when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.
But when life gives you tomatoes?
You make the best damn sauce possible.
This is post #82 of 99 in my 99 Days of Summer Blogging project.