There have been no bunnies in our garden. Nor have there been deer. We found our mysterious guest and he is a particularly fat groundhog. So far he's eaten all of our bush beans, all of our melons, most of our cucumbers, most of our carrots, half of our peppers, some of our eggplants, and some of our summer and winter squashes. We've been trying to deter him with reflective material, dog poop and dog fur, and wire strung around the edge of the garden. So far nothing has worked. Now I know how Bill Murray felt about the gopher.
The one bright spot left in the garden is that he hasn't touched the tomatoes. Those tomatoes are gorgeous. They're already taller than I am with at least a hundred green tomatoes on them and as of this morning two tomatoes were starting to turn red.