Stacey Mollus is a humor columnist who believes laughter is the best form of exercise. She is a gardening diva who hates worms, but loves to get her fingers in the dirt. Besides gardening, she loves her family, chocolate and clothes that are stretchy. You can find her personal blog site at " ", and tweets at “queenchocolates”.

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The Arch Enemy of the Green Bean
by Stacey Mollus - posted 08/25/14

Coming to the end of the growing season, but not if you are a bunny rabbit. Those little suckers never stop!
These little critters can be such a gardening nuisance, eating everything that grows, then using the energy they acquire from such a healthy diet to play a very scary game of tag with your golden retrievers.

Some folks see these fluffy fellas as a garden pest, but how can they be categorized as villains when they are so darn cute?
Recently, I went out to the garden with my hubby and my sixth sense told me there was a mouse in there, somewhere. (I have a gift when it comes to detecting rodents, and don't even need to see one to let you know it is close at hand.)
Because I was convinced "Mickey" was out there, I was on high alert.

As I was harvesting the cucumbers that were growing, my husband moved over to grab some green beans from the vines. I moved closer to him, to supervise his actions, when suddenly, a small furry animal ran across the top of my foot. I screamed as if my hair was on fire, ran in place like a carton character, then fell against the fence, which was a good thing, because my ears were ringing and I needed the support so I wouldn't fall to the ground.

Convinced I was now infected with the Bubonic plague because of my contact with a rodent, I turned to my husband to tell him my good-byes, but he didn't seem to be having the same response I was having. Rather than sharing my hysteria, he was bent over with laughter.

I began to cry real tears. "A mouse just touched me!" I yelled.  He stood upright, and through his chuckles said, "It wasn't a mouse. It was a tiny bunny!"
The ringing had stopped in my ears and the feeling was returning to my hands and lips, as I tried to process the most shocking moment of my life.

My worse fear has always been to be touched by a mouse, and in my mind that had just happened, but now he was telling me it wasn't an evil, disease carrying, creature of the darkness, but instead, a sweet, soft, cuddly, pink-nosed bunny rabbit that made contact with my skin. It was almost more than my brain could process.

I drug my noodle legs to the porch to sit and contemplate what had just occurred, and realized my life-long fear had just been broken. Now that I had a wild animal run across my foot, I realized it wasn't all that bad, and if a bunny could do it, a mouse could do the same thing and I would live. (Now, when I say live, I mean I will still scream, throw things, maybe wet my pants, etc,. but I would live.)

So today, I want to encourage you to look past all the damage these long-eared hoppers do, and consider the joy they bring to your yard. For you, that joy may not be like meeting with Dr. Phil and having a troublesome phobia be broken from your life, but your joy might come from watching the silly antics that bunny performs while smashing down all of your gorgeous petunias.

All I know is, I will eternally be grateful for the big-eyed bouncer for setting me free!



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