Some idiot stole our basil plant this morning.
Yes, the whole fucking plant. It was there last night when Trope got parsley for the mashed potatoes, and this morning when I left for work it was gone. I doubt the construction guys next door took it - where would they put it? We did talk to a couple homeless guys in the alley about our "crops" one day. But why would they take the basil rather than, say, the rhubarb, which you could actually make into a meal?
Who the fuck steals a basil plant out of the ground? What, they needed to feed their pesto addiction right fucking now?
This is the kind of bullshit that can turn you against a community. Let's just say I like this place, but I'd like it more if I had a gate with a lock on it by the alley and between the houses, like we had across the street.
Be warned, if I catch you tresspassing in my backyard, I'm not going to ask you why you're there. I'm going to beat you to death with a shovel and dump your body in Lake Calumet. So stay out.
The Basil in better days.
April 2005 - October 2005