Some bastard gnawing mammal–and I suspect I know which species!–has been pruning my rhodedendron! And trying to bury the evidence! I went out to water it today, and discovered that several of the green branches have been gnawed off, and the heads buried in the pot. Why?! What did the poor innocent rhody ever do to them?
James, while occasionally prone to peculiar behavior, is not given to random attacks of bonsai madness so far as I know, and probably would not use his teeth.
Those bastard squirrels.