A daffodil sits forlornly on my backyard patio. Stripped of its outer papery covering. No other sign of life nearby.

The squirrels have struck again.

This morning I rushed out the door without stopping to install a fresh ear of corn in the Squirrel Cafe nor did I slather peanut butter on the bare corn cobs hanging from the squirrel bungee. I only tossed a few peanuts on the patio.

The squirrels are punishing me. They dig up a bulb. Then they drop it in a prominent place, so I’ll get the message. If don’t serve a good enough breakfast, watch out!

They don’t eat the daffodil bulbs. They don’t like the taste. Besides, if I didn’t know I was being punished, what good is it?

It’s amazing that I can grow any daffodils in my yard.