I like wild bunnies. I really do. But today I’m SLIGHTLY annoyed. This little guy ate our arbor vitae all winter. He also gnawed and girdled the hedge which I’m philosophical about, okay? But today, I’ve no use for him because he is more clever than I. (or is that me? Jeremy? Marsena?) He systematically waits until moments before the crocus (crockeye?) open (How does he KNOW?) and then nibbles them to stubs. We’re spreading this. And may his little paws burn all the way to heaven or at least to the next yard.