Brat Farrar (bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar

*swears like a sailor*

Rabbits and/or groundhogs ate my lettuce. My beautiful, beautiful lettuce that was about a week away from being salad. Where once were lovely green leaves are now mere gnawed-on stumps. I am torn between the urge to bawl my eyes out and deep, dark, heart-felt desire to take up the hobby of bunny assassination.


At least there's still time to grow another crop. And put up a rabbit-proof fence. Apparently groundhogs can get around/under/over/through just about anything.

They'd better not do anything to the carrots, though.
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