I was outdoors wandering around my little piece of acreage this morning and found that a hoodlum has been busy with a stick (I found the stick, so I know this to be the tool of torture) amongst some of my flowers. One of the flowerboxes has mangled stems with little buds lying all over the ground, the dahlia is beaten and bruised, and one of the roses I had labored over has no leaves. I believe the hoodlum in question to be the little angel still snuggled and asleep across the hall here and when he wakes up, we will take another tour together with Nanny asking for an explanation of his terrorist activities!!
Now, to spank or not to spank, that is the question.