Monday, August 10 -- :-(

I am sorry to report that Ariadne disappeared sometime Saturday night. We have not been able to find her since. The garden is such a mess, I doubt we would ever spot her poor, shriveled corpse among all the vines. We will raise a margarita toast in her honor this evening. We will miss her (See? golf TOLD Larry we should bring her in . . . .)

"Alas, poor Ariadne . . . . I knew her well."