One morning, I stood barefoot in my yard—half-asleep, totally stunned. Plants were dug up. Leaves snapped. Soil tossed everywhere like confetti. It looked like a late-night party hosted by the local wildlife.
Cats? Definitely.
Squirrels? Of course.
Something with grabby little paws? Probably a raccoon.
Whatever it was, it had zero respect for my garden. What started as a joke quickly felt personal. My husband and I were crushed. We even asked our neighbors what to do.
We Tried Everything—Nothing Worked
We gave it a real shot. Spicy powders. Homemade sprays. A motion-sensor gadget that scared me more than the animals. We even got a plastic owl with big googly eyes that just stared blankly while the chaos continued.
Then came the twist: pine cones.
The Random Idea That Actually Worked
No, I didn’t read about it online. I just saw a pile of pine cones near a trail and thought, “Hey, these are spiky. Cats hate spiky.” So, I brought some home.
My husband raised an eyebrow—but I gave it a shot anyway.
