I lose my cool when my daffodils get taken out of my garden.

Folks don't take just one... they take ALL of them.

I've been growing them for 6 years, and it happens every year, so I should be used to it by now. I try to put a positive spin on it: someone has a very empty lonely life and they are so desperate for beauty that they are reduced to taking my flowers, they carefully put them into a vase and smile and feel better about themselves and the world, blah blah blah.

but it still makes me grumpy that they take my flowers. ALL my flowers.