We had some new neighbors move in, sub-letting a shed in the backyard.   When I first met them I thought, "Those are some odd looking folks". 

​I don't mind the big ears and the bushy tails. I don't mind funny looking neighbors.  And since I found them on Craigslist, you never know what to expect.

But when Bob and Becktoria moved in we knew we had a problem.  Well, Bob has a problem.  Bob has an eating problem.

Bob eats everything in sight. 

Picture of Bob accepting his 'Champion Eater' award.  He wins this at every meal.  And sometimes during his snacks.

This is the shed Bob and Becky are sub-leasing.  I listed it as a 'fixer upper' because there is no plumbing or electricity.  So far they've been excellent tenants, not complaining about either issue.  

I mentioned that Bob eats a lot.  Well, Becktoria doesn't miss many meals either...Between them, they are really tearing into my plants!

So I'm dividing my backyard and building a new fence.  Half of the yard for the new neighbors, and half for the rest of us.

I asked Bob if he liked the idea of dividing the yard.  He's on the fence.

Once I settled on the new plan and moved forward, I agreed that Bob and Becky could use the entire yard, if they were willing to do work. 

​They volunteered to maintain the lawn.

These two get some strange deliveries in the night.  I asked them about this broccoli.  Becky said, "it's for landscaping!"

When I asked Bob, he said, "It's for lunch."

Sunday mornings I usually have tea in the garden.  Being a good neighbor, I invited Bob and Becky.  I didn't even know if they would like tea.

Pardon me sir, do you have any Grey Poupon?

Bob...your jokes are horrible.

But somehow I still put up with you.

It is nice having such a loving couple in the yard.  They never seem to fight.  Somehow Bob stays very happy.

And Becky stays very relaxed.

But even in just a short time, I've noticed that Becky is starting to gain weight...really putting on the ounces.

Oh my god, have you seen Becky's butt?  She's thicccc....

Bob!  I can't believe you are talking like that!  I mean, do you even know...?

Do I know what?

I know I like oatmeal.

I know I like apples.

​I know I like banana peels....

You didn't even know I was pregnant?  Just go back home and look in our bedroom.

My god, that man is so clueless.  He'll be surprised again when the next batch comes.