Blood, sweat, tears and hair.

I still haven't forgiven the neighborhood deers for the massacre on my front yard.  I briefly considered learning archery and sleeping outside in the front yard.

Instead, I got my hair cut.
And kept it.

Human hair is a deer repellant.  There is a plastic Target bag in my mud room with my hair in it that's making it's way to the garden.

I'm not sure if that's awesome or gross.  I'm not sure I care.  Billy Jean and the Jackson Five (it's much easier to name plants instead of remember what they're called) are making a comeback.