Banana the Destroyer

Don't be misled by the lack of carnage reportage. Banana Dog has not let up on her campaign of terror in the back yard.

We have the world's strangest back yard. Pictures will have to do...




And what, pray tell, is around the corner of that fence?



We live at the end of a cul de sac, and our house was added as an afterthought, from bits and pieces of property that were left over when all the other houses were already in place. Laugh if you like, but it's why we were able to afford to buy anywhere around here at all.

Those pictures were back right before we moved in, so I've done a bit around the porch since then, all of it in pots.



Most recently, Banana has put herself in charge of landscaping around our bizarre L-shaped "yard".



(And for those of you who think she looks contrite, that's a no. She just doesn't like the flash.) We now have one potentially working sprinkler, and four that look something like this...



Meteors leave smaller craters.

She's also dragged a large cinderblock out of the way on the other side of the house, and ripped out all the sprinkler wires running under the concrete porch. You'd think she hated the sprinklers, but she loves running through them more than snacks. And if you want to know how much she loves snacks, just look at this picture.



"give me the snack. give me the snack. give. give me the snack. the snack. the snack. give. me. the. snack. give it to meeeee."

I think, with the sprinklers, she realizes she has finally found herself a worthy opponent. The game is afoot.