Posted by: Jamie Stamm | June 19, 2009

Betrayed by a bunny

For the past several weeks, Cera and Anthony have watched from the kitchen windows – and occasionally sneaked quietly onto the deck – as three brown bunnies have feasted on clover in our backyard. The kids have become quite enamored of the little rabbits – who, I must admit, are pretty darn cute – and have named them Cotton, Bunny and Bounce.

Cotton, the smallest of the bunnies, has really taken to our property, venturing to the front of the house as well to feed on our abundant greenery. (We have the longest grass in the neighborhood, in part because our neighbor’s daughter’s boyfriend cuts her lawn twice a week, making ours, which gets mowed once every two weeks, look like a jungle. I told Jerry we can just start telling people we’re helping local wildlife by creating a bunny sanctuary.)

So we’ve come to expect Cotton’s presence in our yard. Still, last evening, as I was cutting rosemary in the garden, he scared the bejeezus out of me when he darted from the oregano and dashed into our neighbor’s yard.

While I don’t mind Cotton helping with yard maintenance, I would prefer that he stay out of our raised beds. I quickly scanned the first three sections of the garden for signs of bunny damage, but all was spared. Apparently, Cotton doesn’t have a taste for herbs, hot peppers or onions.

However, the fourth bed, where Cera’s three prized strawberry plants have been flourishing, wasn’t so lucky.

In fact, I guess I should say where Cera’s three prized strawberry plants had been flourishing because, where Wednesday there had been leaves and flowers and several small strawberries forming, there now is nothing but stems. It seems Cotton had himself quite the feast.

I wasn’t sure how Cera would react to the demise of her strawberry plants (at least for this year – Jerry thinks the damage is minor enough that they’ll grow back next spring), and she didn’t take it well. Tears welled up in her eyes, and before I knew it, I had a weepy 6-year-old curled up in my lap, wondering how the bunny she adored could so savagely destroy the plants she had watered and weeded and plucked ripe strawberries from over the past few months.

It’s a cruel, cruel world that we live in. Especially when you’re 6, and you’ve been betrayed by a bunny.

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  1. I’ve read that you can “trap” bunnies and other garden munchers by planting zinnias and other flowers they love away from your garden. The bunnies will eat the zinnias and leave the rest alone. At least, that’s what I read. Good luck!


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