There's not much doing in the garden, front or back, these days, except for the constant need for pest control. Even if you are sick and tired of seeing evil squirrels, you can't be as sick of it as Dante is. This is something he must deal with, day in and day out!
So, today Dante is really in the mood to commit pesticide. Squirrels beware!
In the garden on alert, Dante suddenly spies ...
... a pest!
Dante rushes over as fast as he can. Look at the dogged (?) determination in his eyes!
But by the time he got there, the darned thing had already scaled the tree (and Dante's not one for climbing -- he has a problem with gravity, you see).
So Dante plants himself (a good thing to do in a garden) at the bottom of the tree to wait it out! He's got all day if need be.
After some time, Dante withdraws to a greater distance to lull the pest into a false sense of security. Oddly enough, Dante has learned to be patient from tending his impatience (pictured in the foreground) all summer long.
Suddenly, the taunting little beast appears at the bottom of the pine tree. He must have escaped through the higher branches. You can almost hear it in its singsong voice going "Nah, nah nah, nah, nah nah!".
At top speed (for Dante, who isn't as quick as his furblings), Dante rushes the squirrel!
Now he has the pest's attention! The cheeky devil!
And just as Dante finally hones in on his target ...
... the pest takes flight!
Let's face it -- the smaller the beast, the less the pull of gravity. Dante doesn't face a chance of ever actually catching one of these things. They are just too fast for him.
However, even though Dante's dreams of committing pesticide have not come to fruition, he has still attained his PURRimary goal as Head of Garden Pest Control (which is just another of his ancillary duties, along with garden ornament and fertilization). The pest is gone -- for now!
Dante is quite philosophical about the day's events. He realizes he must adjust his goals to come within realistic expectations.
So he must continue the fight, day by day, in an effort to save this garden from PESTilence and ruin.
A pussycat's work is never done!