ahhhhhhhh! wHOOT IS THE DEVIL. I just planted some great flowers in my backyard (thanks Nana for the grad gift). Anticipating whoots love of plants, I fenced the whole thing in with wood fencing. What did I wake up to this morning? half of my flowers are either eaten or dug up. What do I do? drag the dog (who is already whimpering) to the flower bed, beat him, and then he follows me around wagging is tale.