Murder!

- O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest garden that ever was in the tide of times. Woe to the hoof that shed this costly blood! -

There was an attack on the garden last night. The tactics: surgical. The scale: comprehensive. The corn and other plants large enough to be appealing were nibbled to the earth, those too small to be seen by the dumb eye of that foul creature were trampled with an accuracy that made it seem intentional.