We have a charming thief in our backyard. It has discovered my tomatoes are a wonderful thing to carry off and feast on in the safety of trees. It looks so delighted and, I think, slightly smug.  This would all be quite enchanting if I didn’t mind losing my tomatoes, but I do.  Afterall, I prepared and nourished the soil, planted them, watered them, sheltered them from wind and chill and watched over them so that we could eat them.  To deter the rascally robber, I put netting over the plants.  My tomatoes now ripen undisturbed.  They are quite tasty and I am happy to have them, but I think about the squirrel and how disappointed it must be to lose out on its garden-fresh smorgasbord.  I think that I will leave one for it from time to time.  Abundance ought to be shared.