Yep. This time I almost caught her red-handed. She had been in my garden and then ran across the street to my neighbor's bushes.
But instead, she eats down my tomatoes. And parsley. And beets. I was mad.
But when I zoomed in with my camera and looked closer, I sort of felt guilty.
The scarring on her face and body was extensive. And her ribs were showing.
A car came along and honked at her, and as she trotted away down the asphalt road, I decided not to be so grumpy. Her life is hard, too.