Planted vegetables are enjoyed by wildlife

I am taking orders from the squirrels and other wildlife that considers my garden to be their own personal buffet. Currently all I have planted in the garden are onions and kohlrabi. The critters have already chomped one of the kohlrabi. They dug up the onions at least three times before deciding to leave them alone.
I put the herbs into the big pot where they usually live. I surrounded the plants with pot shards in hopes that the squirrels wouldn’t dig them up. I also planted beets and carrots in another pot in hope they would make a frilly edging for the coleus I intend to put in the middle.
Almost all of the indoor plants have migrated to the porch. As usual, I wanted to get the porch painted before the plants went out. As usual, the plants beat me to it.
The rains, wind and warmer weather are a clear signal that I need to get busy. There are weeds to pull, plants to be tended, painting, and any number of other chores that can’t be done while vegetating on the couch.
That doesn’t count all the indoor tasks. I am in the middle of mudding an upstairs bathroom we have been working on for awhile. I am to the part I hate, namely, sanding. I have tried to be careful and not apply an excess of the sticky joint compound, but that’s easier said than done. I did invest in goggles to keep the dust out of my eyes.
We are planning a trip to an Ohio nursery. I want to look at tomatoes, peppers and other vegetable plants. We are also on a search for a flowering almond for the corner of one of the many flower beds that pop up in our yard.
I hope to find something to replace the butterfly bush that finally committed suicide. I have sprayed the thistles that kept the bush company. I don’t like using chemicals, but thistles won’t listen to reason and go away on their own.
“I’m late, I’m late. I’m late for a very important date,” keeps running through my mind.
The resident wildlife has yet to put in their orders. I already know they like beans, tomatoes, peppers and eggplants as those were devoured last year. I suspect the animals will like anything I dare plant within their reach.
All this planning, planting, and assorted chores is exhausting. It makes me tired trying to decide what to do first. On the other hand, it keeps me from dwelling on things I can’t change.
To delay doing anything constructive, I called my daughter. It seems the youngest, who just had his fifth birthday, has an imaginary girlfriend. After the child gave his imaginary friend an age of 96, he amended it to say she was 99 since she just had a birthday. I know the older one gets, the faster time goes, but 96 to 99 just because of a birthday? Apparently we don’t have to worry about this as she is going to die soon. All of this was related so cheerfully that I was a bit disconcerted by the story.
He also told me that I was going to die someday. I acknowledged that was true and said I hoped it wouldn’t happen for a long time. But just in case it happens sooner, I think I should get back to working on paring down my to-do list. Does anybody know of any vegetables the squirrels won’t eat or a good source for flowering almonds?