Hello. I'm your garden wrecker for the rest of your life
She's been foiled by Terry. The boys found a way to prevent her getting out by dropping some old trees across the problem fence. Ten or so of them in a huge pile that she can't climb over. So she's back to sleeping stubbornly in sight of the house and munching up the palm trees. Butter wouldn't melt in the Terrorist's mouth the way she was looking at me. I think the look says it all.