Rabbits. Fuzzy little cotton-tailed cuties.
I’m so proud of my new garden space I created by sheet-mulching last fall. But as they say, “Pride cometh before a fall” and it looks like I won’t be getting any beans this fall.
Something or someone has been nibbling away on my beans, leaving spindly little stalks that have no chance of survival. After finishing off most of the beans, they moved on to my cosmos flowers.
I suspect rabbits, but I haven’t actually caught them in the act. When I do I’ll unleash the wrath of Lucy (the Lucinator as she is known in dog circles) upon them and frighten them to the bottom of their souls.
In the meantime, I replanted my beans and am hoping for the best. Sigh.