well, it's all dead. 

All those seeds, gone. All the time spent making sure I found a place that was protected, sheltered, away from prying eyes. 

Fuckin' thieves. Worst was, I saw it happen, too. Saw them move in and take my shit. I couldn't do anything. There were four of them. Those aren't good odds. And you can't just gamble on 'it'll be ok' or hope for the best. That's the kind of thinking that gets you killed. So I just watched them as they plundered my plants. Watched while they returned to their camp. Watched while they met up with two others, and began to make a feast out of my hard work. 

Now I'm deciding how they die.