Still in a slight euphoric mood from how great my Kentucky Pole Beans had germinated and were quickly growing, I happily turn the corner to find someone was even happier they were doing so well and were able to get a meal filled with fresh greens.
“Aaaaarrrrggghhhh”, I screamed as I saw the carnage, which then slowly turned into a depressing sigh.
I just can’t decide if I am Elmer Fudd or Daffy Duck in this carton of my garden life but clearly this waserly wabbit is getting the best of me.
The good news is, the beans are already shooting up new sprouts. Later today, I will put up some fencing, to protect this spouts for my future meals only!