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Call Me Fudd-led
April 13, 2010 - Jennifer Brookens
Thanks to the punk kid who kicked a giant hole in our fence, our backyard is now the new party central for the neighborhood rabbits. At one point this past weekend I counted at least six of them at one time. And granted I was very tired last night, but I swore when I looked out the bedroom window, I saw strobe lights flashing underneath the tool shed, keeping rhythm to the hip-hop music blaring from the car parked across the alley.
I'm not much of a gardener, but occasionally I can get a few flowers to bloom. I lost my flower bulbs last year, thanks to the rabbits using my feeble gardening attempts as a buffet line. My biggest gripe is how they dig their hidey-holes all over the yard, and I know it's only a matter of time before I have my annual ankle sprain by stepping in one of them.
So how to get rid of them... Our resident "Impatient Gardener" Val said she gave up on getting rid of the rabbits in her yard after trying several tricks. My son's rubber snakes only succeeded in scaring the neighbors, and emptying my cat's litter box down the big hole under the tool shed brought out all the tomcats in a four-block radius. And who wants a backyard that smells like cat pee all summer?
Something tells my any other hare-brained (ha ha) scheme I come up with to get rid of them will only backfire, a la Elmer Fudd or Yosemite Sam. Doesn't mean I won't try it in a whim of desperation though.
Stay tuned folks. This could be a very interesting season. I can already hear the Looney Tunes theme playing in the background.
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