Gardening -- maybe

Tomorrow being the official start of summer, I finally planted squash (much to Derrick's dismay).  He had already planted corn, insisting that this year it would grow tall enough to produce something.  I think we could live out of garden entirely if we didn't mind subsisting on onions, mint, and tiny raspberries.  I thought we had potatoes last year.  I had planted potatoes.  But when I dug up what should have been new potatoes, it was only the leavings from my neighbor's cat.  I regretted not purchasing the bow-and-arrow set that read: "WARNING: Do not aim at people or animals.  Not even at cats."