Bunnies of the World, Unite

My neighborhood is basically a warren. There is a part of our backyard nicknamed "Rabbit Superhighway," identifiable by the trail of turds that passes beneath the raspberries, which for some reason are a favorite winter snack of the local leporids. Some friends are exterminators, others protectors. I read Watership Down at too tender an age to lift a finger against a bunny, but I must admit that I'm not pleased when they help themselves to spring's sweet snacks: tulip shoots, baby lettuce, and new compass plant.

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