Something ate all the watermelon in my garden. Every last one. These were for Nate, and he checks them every time he's at my house. He is going to be devastated. I hate to do this, but I'm going to pick 1 small watermelon at the store, and when he gets back from Alabama, I will tell him it's from the garden. I'll be honest and tell him animals were eating the watermelons. But I'll lie and tell him I saved one for him just in time. Nate will still get the lesson about nature and gardening (that animals sometimes eat what you plant); I'm just making the lesson a little less harsh by making him think one watermelon survived. Please don't judge me for lying. He's already upset that his grandfather died, and I don't want him to be completely disappointed about the watermelon. He's been so excited all Summer, waiting for the watermelon to be ready. I know it's stupid, but I'm literally sobbing over this. He struggles with so much as it is (autism, adhd, intellectual disability). I just want him to feel happy and proud of something (he's helped maintain the watermelon all Summer, and views them as his own watermelon garden).
