This week in nursery ridiculousness

I would describe my vegetable patch as battle-tested.

It has survived the drunken escapades of teenagers and their pregnancy tests.

It has overcome the cravings of our hungry iguana friend.

It is still dealing with the never-satisfied appetite of neighborhood chickens.

But the nursery was not prepared for what happened this weekend.

At midnight on Saturday night (so I guess that´s Sunday morning), one of the employees in the nursery who lives next door heard noises in the direction of the nursery. She thought it was her nephew, but when she realized that it was not the sound of her relative enjoying a night out with friends, she became a bit worried. Someone was in the nursery with cruel intentions (not the movie but intentions that are cruel).

She looked out the window and saw someone running out of the nursery with two bunches of plantain slung over his shoulder. They were stealing out plantains, but there was nothing she could do.

Four hours later, there was more noise in the nursery. A local delinquint had gotten in a fight with a soldier. For some reason, the action had carried over to the nursery. And the police were called.

There were four police officers maneuvering through the nursery pursuing this criminal, but he evaded them and escaped.

But the police pursuit was not for naught because they discovered another drunk guy wandering aimlessly around the nursery and arrested him.

Now, I know what you are all thinking. What happened in my vegetable patch?

I arrived Monday morning to discover that one of my watermelon plants had disappeared. I don´t know if the theif ran off with this when he took the plantain, if the drunkard had stumbled over it (and cleaned it up), if the police had accidently trampled it when they were chasing the criminal, or if something else (possibly a chicken) was the culprit.