Mr. Tea Cup, Redux
Last year , we had this very cute, baby rabbit munching away in my flower beds in front of the house. He was about 6 inches long, and at that age rabbits are fearless. We named him "Mr Tea Cup". I even wrote about him in "Ark", and was complimented by a Higher Authority for my kindness and understanding. in the book.
Well, this year, there's a policy change.
Sorry God, if I catch this year's little bugger, I'm going to wring his little neck, which just today, swallowed almost all the budding day lilies before we could enjoy looking at them. Okay, God, I'll walk that back, if you could just convince him to wait a few more days before dining? Tell him its not good to eat raw flower buds; he should wait until they're "well done".
God, I've gone online to find natural remedies. Your marigolds are fraudulent in this area; they only bring mites which attack my tomatoes. The only other remedies I'm hearing about online are: guns, dogs, hawks, cats, and fences. I can't put up a fence, it's against the regulations of the community.
Maybe you could just convince him to move on to another neighbor. Give him a sense of, like a, quota system. Tell him a steady diet of just one thing is not healthy, or eating at the same restaurant is booring.
Whatever it takes God, I know you can make him listen. I have every confidence in You.