My yard belongs to the squirrels.

Earlier this week, a squirrel dug up a daffodil bulb and left it on my patio. What I didn’t mention in that blog post was that I picked up the bulb and left it on my back porch, so I could re-bury it after I got iinto gardening clothes. Foolish move. When I came out less than two hours later, the bulb was gone. No bulbs anywhere in sight.

That naughty squirrel got my dander up. So yesterday I got out the heavy artillery. Powdered fox urea. I sprinkled it lightly over most of the daffodil bulbs pushing up in my back yard. "That’ll show them who’s boss around here," I mumbled to myself.

Wrong-o, you foolish human! 

After lunch today I found eight daffodil bulbs in varying stages of dissection sitting atop the plot next to my garage. A couple were torn up beyond saving. I re-planted the rest. Then sprinkled more powder over them. I wonder if to them it’s like I’m sifting powder sugar atop french toast.

But a similar product seemed to protect my pumpkin last October. I’m puzzled.