The guests: Deer.
The menu: My flowers.
Namely, my lilies, my Black-Eyed Susans (just about to bloom, too) and my Cornflowers.
Eaten down to the nub. No flower left. Not even many leaves. The stinky white daisies I have were untouched. My lavender was untouched. The lamb's ear--not even a bloom out of place.
Why couldn't they eat the hosta blooms that I cut down every year, because they make my hostas look like some crazy alien space ships? Why not eat some of my stinky daisies? The daisies are determined to take over the world. Geez, deer need to eat Creeping Charlie. I would have no problem with that at all!
Besides my decapitated flowers, I found the evidence in the grass: deer droppings. Not only were they too big for a rabbit, but it would have had to have been a Were-rabbit (see Wallace and Gromit!).
Not too many flowers for me this year. *sob*. Bad deer, bad bad deer.