I have a rabbit, who I call Morticia, after the mom from the Addams Family.

Morticia Addams pruning her plants.

Seems this wascally wabbit doesn’t like my flowers to have, well, flowers! Just like Morticia Addams, she snips the heads off, only using razor sharp incisors instead of pruning shears. Around 5:30 in the morning she can be seen nibbling here, snipping there. I can almost hear her muttering to herself how much work a garden can be.

Morticia pruning my flowers.

It might not be so bad if she ate the darn flowers. Instead she leaves them at the base of the plant, like thumbing her cute, twitching nose at me.

Flowerless bee balm.

Black-eyed susans missing their eyes.

I created bunny barriers, but they didn’t work.

Non-patented bunny barrier.

“Na na, you can’t stop me!”

So, instead of shooting the varmint, I invested in a bottle of Liquid Fence. It contains predator urine compounds, like fox urine, with other annoying, smelly ingredients.

There’s no shortage of videos on the web singing its praises, but we’re not dancing on the shore of the Concord River just yet. I have to wait until the plants recover, produce new buds, and see if they get to bloom. Until then, I’ll hold my breath and keep spraying.

Francis Bacon once wrote that gardening was the “greatest refreshment to the spirits of man.” Obviously he never smelled Liquid Fence.

Sir Francis Bacon, looking like he just got a whiff of Liquid Fence. Phew!

Blessed be :{