American Gothic.

We shlepped more dirt, planted all the remaining seeds, and had our first band photo shoot. I called Detox because there was some dude dying in the alley behind our house while this was happening. It is rare that this number of ladies can be found in one place, let alone planting carrots into vaginal slits in a garden bed. The process seemed sexual and haphazard.

Gregory.

He's just a baby, but he was aggressively pursuing Dummy like he knew what he was doing. I wouldn't exactly call it a cat call, but more like a rabies-induced whining. He also goes by Herman.

This is Dummy dreaming of spooning the squirrel out of Gregory.

Making progress.

Nocturnal gardening plus wine equals said progress. Things are growing! There was only one 'incident' to speak of, involving guano (bat poop) and trying to eat some of the sick plants so they could serve their purpose.

Potatoes.

We should plant stuff here?