Phoebe the Bleeping Cat is tired of having to dodge falling walnuts. They also provide an obstacle course that slows her down when she’s trying to catch squirrels who are too tempting.
She blames the walnuts for her lack of success in apprehending the “fuzzy-tailed tree rats,” as Brother Mark calls them.
I’ve complained about them in the past
Every year it seems like I’m posting about the trials and tribulations of walnuts hitting the roof so hard it sounds like somebody breaking in.
These were a few I raked up out of the driveway last year.
Speaking of raking stuff up, here’s my 2014 rant about the green bombers.
My memory must be fading, because I plowed much the same ground in 2018.
I’m serious. Come and get ’em
These things are big enough that I’m going to have to corral them before I can run the mower to mulch the leaves.
Give me a ten-minute warning if you want me to be wearing pants, and I’ll loan you a rake, a five-gallon bucket, and two or three trash bags (you can keep the latter).
There are still plenty more in the trees. With that in mind, I might even loan you a hard hat or my bike helmet.