Temporarily, at least. You guessed it; the sweet wee bunnies or flitting songbirds or "Hell's Grannies" ate my two ripe strawberries out from under the netting.
Fiends. Why can't they develop a taste for zucchini? Next year, the hardware-cloth fencing goes back up on that entire box. That fruit is MINE, dammit!
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