It happened just the other morning. The day began much like many others. What made it unusual was the fact that I’d had only 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Even worse, it was the fourth day in a row that I’d lain awake for hours the night before. Although insomnia and I are not strangers, our relationship is most often a one-night stand. This many nights in a row with this little sleep was truly unique. As a result, my entire body throbbed with pain from head to toe. About the time I’d decided to cancel my day’s planned activities, my husband came in the front door. “You won’t believe what happened," he said. "Come and have a look.” I wasn’t even dressed. I actually hadn’t decided whether clothing was even an option that day. But my curiosity won out. I quickly donned the clothes I’d worn the day before and joined my husband on our front lawn. He was pointing to the flower bed closest to the sidewalk. Although my husband appeared upset, I didn’t immediately see anything wrong. My eyes (blurred from lack of sleep) slowly scanned each of the several rows of beautifully blooming plants, beginning at the back and working my way forward, and saw no sign of damage. I should mention that in our neighborhood, wild peacocks have been known to strip and swallow an entire shrub full of blossoms in a single evening. But I was seeing blooms everywhere, just as they should have been. Nothing appeared out of order – until I got to the front row. That’s when I saw the first hole. Next to it was another and another and another.