We have a squash thief in our midst. Racoons, armadillos, birds? No, it's little sister. I caught her with my biggest squash from the garden between her paws chomping away. I guess I cant blame her.

I took it away and then she browsed back through the garden like a restaurant salad bar and grabbed another one. She got that one all the way down before I noticed.

Dang. Now I have to put an anit-dog fence up around the squash. Nothing fancy only tall enough to make the easy snack grapping difficult. Bad girl, good taste.