Sheepish

Apparently when one has a row of lush string bean plants, covered in flowers just waiting to become string beans, and those plants subsequently get decimated by four-legged suburban pests, one might still get some edible string beans out of the bargain.

How many, you ask? Oh, about this many:



Or, put another way, "more than can be comfortably carried in one hand," or "more than two veggie-loving adults needed for dinner," or "enough that I feel foolish for ranting so fiercely about the death of the string beans."

Right. Will remember to rant less fiercely in the future. Or not, and simply prepare myself to feel foolish at a later date. Either way.