It was a losing battle. It was ugly. I got 4 strawberries (OK, 10). What’s the point?
I let my strawberries out of their plastic prison. “Run!” I exclaimed when I ripped their bonds of restraint off. “You’re free!” I told them, “Go…play!!!” But they didn’t move. They just sat there. I don’t think they care in the least. And neither do the squirrels. There are no strawberries on them anymore. And I don’t care either. I’m past that.
I have to figure out what crop I can put in next year that will disappoint me.