The Evil Four Inches

Jascin N. Leonardo Finger • May 23, 2022

It’s springtime! And you know what that means at the Mitchell House – my nemesis hath returned.


Oh yes, I think it a wee bit too early but the other day (I am writing this on May 5, 2022) I saw a flash and the haze of dread crept over me as the flash was furry. For a moment I sad, “No, WAY too early for baby bunnies. Maybe sparrow or a wren.” Ha! Oh no. It’s a baby bunny. All  four – EVIL – inches of her/him with, unfortunately, far more expressive eyes than her/his predecessors. 


And that four inches begets devastation like nothing else in the garden! This little, adorable puff of fur the size of maybe a softball eats 100 times its weight everyday – no, not a scientific calculation – but I really feel like that is more than accurate.


You may be tired of all of this but try seeing that and wondering how you are going to protect your 500 heirloom Heavenly Blue Morning Glory seeds that, when you did not have bunnies around, looked so lovely on the fence at the Mitchell House in late summer. Makes me wonder what Lydia Mitchell and William Mitchell (he was the flower grower) contended with at the House in the nineteenth century. I don’t want the resident Red-tailed Hawks to eat the poor thing but, “ARGH!” the frustration!


I’ll keep you posted – believe me.


JNLF



P.S. After writing this, a few days later, baby bunny number TWO discovered!

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