The rabbits in my life

Every day once the snow melts I look out my window at the back yard gardens.  Every day is something new, something different, and as the days grow longer and the green gets greener, our furry friends appear.
Only they aren't cute and cuddly.  They want to destroy our plants and eat our green beans and tomatoes.
It used to be the squirrels.  Either they're dead or they have moved on.
Sometimes it is the groundhog...I don't know what it eats, but it is HUGE and lives under our neighbor's shed.  Big brown slug of a thing...it must eat anything it wants to eat or can find.

And then, there are the bunnies.  Yes, they are cute and clever and furry and funny, but once they find our gardens, they become instruments of the devil.
They take one bite from a perfectly ripe, round tomato and leave it on the vine to rot or draw insects or get moldy.  They gnaw off the green beans, while leaving the eggplant and peppers alone.  I haven't seen anything attack the broccoli or cabbages, but the white butterflies lay their eggs on them and then the plants die for having their roots destroyed.
Forget what happens to our squash!  Those IOTD are invisible, possibly worms or a virus even.  I love squash and hate to see perfectly good fruit shrivel and die.

But today I happened to see a preciously little bunny chase under the pool deck and wait, wait to get into the garden.  It slipped across the yard, beyond the garden then came racing pall mall back through the yard into the perennial garden and hopefully out the six foot chain link fence we had to put up to keep the bloody white tail deer out.

All this for some tomatoes, beans and peppers.
Squash, cabbages and broccoli.
And flowers.

Seems like a lot of work, doesn't it?
Bunnies belong in hutches, not my yard.  Grrrr!