They come quietly at night. They scutter around leaving small footprints in the wacky April's snow. They poop in the backyard with no regard for the property. Then, sneaky and vicious, they move to the front yard and attack the tulip buds. Their teethmarks are on every leaf, every bud. Soon there are no leaves and no buds, but chewed up green stumps. They move on, unrepentant. They are wild rabbits, and we hate them!
If you followed previous episode of our rabbit saga, you know that Maggie prepared a potent potion meant to repel the furry thugs. She sprayed it all around the surviving few tulips, with no effect. Next morning there were more stumps and bite marks. So, Maggie rolled up her sleeves, locked herself in the kitchen and came out with even spicier (and stinkier) liquid. This time she applied the remedy on the tulips. It worked, or so it seems. The number of flower-casualties in our garden showed no increase. Or, maybe the ruffians moved on to the greener pastures, now that they reduced our tulips to lettuce. The war continues...
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