Earlier this month, I posted about mysterious garden gnomes cutting all my rose bushes back. Well today, I caught one!
Anatomy was cancelled this afternoon, so I deviated from my regular schedule. As I drove around the corner, I saw movement in the front garden, and instinctively slowed down. My brain going 100 miles a minute I slowly inched the car forward to see around the fence.
There was my gnome, holding a pair of garden shears and looking at the rose bushes.
Turns out he's not really a gnome, but the gentleman from across the street. He just didn't like the way I trimmed my roses, and was trying to fix them without hurting my feelings.
I liked it better when he was a gnome.