The dastardly bunny snapped off the entire thing. At least it ate all the leaves. I
In theory, I could spray everything that bunnies eat with some noxious tasting goop. But, every time it rained, or I watered – the goop would be gone and the salad bar would be open again.
We do have foxes. I shall hope that one moves in. An elderly fox. This is an old folks asylum.
Continuing to revisit old sci-fi… just about finished with Lucifer’s Hammer a 1977 post-apocalypse tome by Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle. I like the old post-apocalypse books better than the new ones. Fewer zombies.