I'm a quitter

As some would say, "Rehab is for quitters." Others would say, "No one likes a quitter." As the little engine would say, "I think I can." But the squirrels say, "We won! You quit. Haha!" I give up. The tomatoes will go with the rodents and next year I'm planting jalapenos. I tried the chili pepper. I tried the dish soap. I even tried a net (which did nothing but mess with the dog). And there's a chance, a small little chance, that I threw a rock at a squirrel as I called it every name in the book. Those stupid squirrels (and chipmunks, I think) have had a field day with my tomatoes. There's nothing left for me. Sure, there are some tomatoes still on the plants but lets face it, they will probably magically disappear overnight, and if they don't, well, they'll never make it to ripe. So that's it, I quit. I didn't have this problem last year, I don't know why this year they're attacking me so vigorously.

If they touch my basil, I'm going to go postal.