There's what's left now of my lone Chinese long bean vine. Yes, Buster got that one too.
Buster is apparently completely unfazed by my attempt to gently encourage him to dine elsewhere. There's the little solar sonic wave machine in the very sunniest part of my garden. The thing only seems to vibrate when I am holding it.
On the bright side, at least I won't have to spend any time unravelling the dead vines from the live one now. They are all dead, so I can just rip out the whole mess of 'em. Buster also continues to eat every little fresh leaf on the denuded pepper plants. I guess This is the year of the nightshades -- eggplants and tomatoes. Buster doesn't care for either of those, unless a tomato turns red, that is, so I've probably got to pick them a little early and I will be in good shape.
Does anyone have a Buster-busting suggestion for me? I won't hurt him. I sort of feel this odd affection for him akin to the way I feel about my dog Ellie when she has been very, very naughty.
I'm tired of writing sad garden stories, so I will only feature happy veggie tales for a while. But I still want your suggestions!