I am still laughing at the image of the dead cat's tail sticking out of the soil, several pages back
My OH hates gardening and barely ventures into the garden. On the odd occasion he does, there is always damage. I suspect it's deliberate, so that I will never ask him to do anything out there. The latest of these incidents involved him strimming down a sunflower that I'd grown from seed, nurtured and finally planted out. He claimed he didn't even see it - even though it was tied to a six foot cane, for crying out loud!
If he sees me making a framework for the runner beans, or other similar jobs, he might occasionally offer to help me, but I learned long ago that his 'help' will mean that any plants in the surrounding area will be trampled to death, and I am "making a fuss about nothing" if I say anything. Plus he takes over and the job has to be done his way, regardless of how unsuitable the end result might be.
My edging shears, which have worked perfectly for ten years, stopped working after he used them for five minutes . My strimmer, the one he massacred the sunflower with, no longer starts since he got his hands on it ... Grrr
But at least he hasn't found my latest hiding place for chocolate. Eating my fruit and nut would be totally unforgivable