It's war.

These holes are a sampling of what I found in the garden squares in the last few days. Missing from the holes are the bulbs that I carefully laid out and buried in the Fall. Slowly but surely, day after day, more and more of the (empty) holes are cropping up. This must stop. I am going, in the most positive way possible, to find the thief(s) and prosecute to the fullest extent of the (garden) law. It's on.