Isn’t it funny how quickly your perspective can change?
This is what it was like all winter before we put in our garden:
And now, after our tomatoes are finally starting to ripen:
I hate those little garbage disposals. Each time a tomato is almost ripe, the next morning it will be gone. Eaten. Little shits.
Sure they are cute. But bunnies are cute because they are dumb.
No bunnies were hurt in the making of this post. Except maybe their feelings.
UPDATE: I built an ugly but functional chicken wire fence around the entire garden, stapled to the raised wooden beds at the bottom. By myself. In 100 degree weather. 94% because Crappy Papa said it was “too much work” and that I “wouldn’t actually do it”. Therefore, he can’t have any tomatoes.
Prior to the fence we used “spicy death” which is a hot pepper and blood powder which was supposed to make animals stay away. It didn’t. We also used a stinky rotten egg spray which was supposed to make animals stay away. It also didn’t. We put out cat and dog fur, peed on cat litter and even planted things that bunnies are supposed to hate. Nothing worked.
If they get through that fence somehow I’m going to sit up all night in a wooden rocking chair with a shotgun. While talking to myself. Except I don’t have a wooden rocking chair or a shotgun so I’ll just talk to myself. That should be scary enough.