Well, I decided that I wasn't going to take it anymore.
Armed with a hand saw, some old bed slats, and some chicken wire, I constructed a cage for them. I even lined the bottom with chicken wire so that the little digging bastards wouldn't be able to get them that way.
They're my freaking strawberries, and I'm going to bloody well eat some.
|Super gorgeous strawberry cage.|
|This is usually the last I would see of any strawberries.|
|They made it in the house!|
And even though we've only had about 15 strawberries, and even though they're only about the size of a dime, I'm pretty pleased with myself.
I just wish that whatever it is that was doing it hadn't decided to move on to my lavender.