Murphy is short and doesn’t like snow touching his tummy when he has to potty, so I shovel a path for him down to the grass. Unfortunately, stupid, entitled bunnies treat Murphy’s path as their own all-you-can-eat-then-all-you-can-poop buffet. Bad bunnies. Go poop in somebody else’s yard.
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Let me in the house!
I want to get away from the crazy woman
who thinks she’s Bill Murry.
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Now you know why God was so ticked about the Garden of Eden.
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If you look at the base of the pinwheel, you can see a nest of baby bunnies. Murphy is definitely not a predator at heart.
My mom was trying to get Geordie to look at the camera so I could take his picture. She said “bunny” to get his attention, and this is what happened. Geordie was my hunter.
A lot of people have tried to make me feel guilty about protecting my garden, but if there are no checks and balances, rabbits can quickly get out of control. Australia was devastated by a rabbit invasion. An island in Greece housed prosperous vineyards for centuries until rabbits destroyed them. Bunnies may be cute, but they are prolific and ravenous.
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What a week it’s been. One evening a neighbor calls and tells me a bear was spotted at a bird feeder two streets away, the next we are hit by an SLW (tornado that doesn’t spin) that knocks the power out. We didn’t realize it at the time, but large parts of two counties were left without power too.
Thanks to one of the fun fits my body goes through, I hadn’t eaten for about three days before the storm. I was just starting to feel hungry again and was about to put dinner in the oven when the power went out. It was only off for a couple of days, but for Murphy and me, it felt like an eternity.
When the power goes out, you don’t open the fridge/freezer because you don’t know how long the outage will last. Poor Murphy had to do without the pumpkin and green beans he normally gets with is meals. And no “last bites” from mommy’s meals. In Doggy World, this was a terrible week that will go down in infamy.
I’m so sad…and so hungry…
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(Despite his claims of hunger, Murphy refused to eat – or even chase – the rabbit or the robin that were right outside the front door.)
This year’s problems started with “Watership Down”. It’s difficult to tell from the photo, but those weeds are over 6′ tall.
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That’s more than 12 Murphys!
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The season began with these voracious little tyrants. I was kind and didn’t kill them, and how did they repay me? At least one dug its way back into the garden and moved into the bean patch.
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Can you find the bunny hidden in these beans?
Neither could I.
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I was taught that pests don’t like marigolds, but rabbits love them. This marigold had so many pretty flowers on it before the rabbit moved in.
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The poor, devoured plant had the misfortune to grow slightly closer to the beans than it’s cousins and therefore lost its robes of glory.
Totally disgusted with the damage the Bean Rabbit was doing, I decided to try a humane trap. Instead of a rabbit, I caught an opossum.
Not my image. Borrowed from internet.
It turned out the rabbit was too small for the trap and was able to squeeze in and out between the bars. So, for several days I just fed the rabbit. The opossum was safely released to its home in the morning after also having a good meal of fruit.
After days of fruitless (ha ha) wabbit hunting, I startled an adult doe on the hillside. “No way!”, I thought. “I will NOT have you burrowing into this hill and leaving ticks and poop everywhere!” First I cut down all the foliage on the hill, then I sprayed with stinky spray and spread Irish Spring soap chips. I planted yet another pinwheel on the hill. Surely I had won this time.
Nope. The next morning I found my pinwheel knocked over, and this at its base.
(I stood the pinwheel back up.)
Inside that opening you could see little bunny ears and eyes. Aagh!
Despite my failures, I knew I had one weapon left in my arsenal…..
You say there’s a what right behind me?
Aagh! Despite being 3/4 Yorkie, this dog, as they say, won’t hunt! He was completely oblivious to the nest behind him.
(Don’t worry, I wouldn’t have let him hurt the baby bunnies. I just wanted to see if he would notice their scent.)
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See my little pea? I went out super early in the mud and the cold to plant him and his kin so that they would have lots of time to grow big and strong before the heat arrived.
What arrived instead? The bunny brothers!!!
Seriously, what kind of an idiot would lovingly portray vermin such as this?!? Oh, wait…
Thanks to those two idiot rabbits, my plants never got any larger than in the picture. If they dared grow over 1″ high, they were chomped off.
I tried inviting a snake into the garden, but it turned its head away and lithped thomething about being thcared of bunnies. I guess this one wasn’t a self-motivated hard worker like that Garden of Eden snake.
Although I have a fence, it didn’t keep the bunny brothers out. They tunneled in under the tomato plants. Their tunnel was big enough that it eventually caused the tomato plants to fall over.
(Hey snake, why don’t you crawl down that hole? Snake: “No thankth. I think I will justh keep eating thith dead toad.”)
I tried using spray made of rotten eggs and garlic and a host of foul things. The label said that it was supposed to repel all different sorts of animals.
I guess in the manufacturer’s world, “repel” means “come hither”. Not only did the bunnies like it but so did my dogs.
Come on Ma, just let me off this leash, and your bunny problem will be history!
Bunny Bane
Why doesn’t the governor force the bunnies wear masks? It would make it a lot harder for them to eat my vegetables.
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As you can see, Toby is very proud of his hunting skills.
I could have used Toby’s killing skills in the garden. That stinky garden bunny left me only half beans to try to pick for dinner. Then, he pooped out his half of the beans all over the pumpkin patch. Perhaps I should be grateful for the fertilizer, but I used a very eco-friendly time-released one at planting and did not appreciate his ground raisins.
Next year, Toby, you are on bunny patrol.
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