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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.)

I don’t care for Hasenpfeffer, but I do like a nice marinara.