Time To Go, Mr. Easter Bunny

Some house guests just don't know when they've overstayed their welcome. 

I'm talking to YOU, Mr. Easter Bunny.  I caught you last night roaming around my garden, peeking into my raised beds, and nibbling on my tender baby cabbage as the sun was leaving the sky.  First you didn't leave us any Easter candy and now you think this is an all-you-can-eat salad buffet. 

Despite your big-brown-eyes-twitchy-nose-fuzzy-ears-cotton-tail-cuteness, you've got to go, my friend!  If putting fencing around my raised beds doesn't discourage your snacking, then I'll be forced to implement more drastic measures.  Consider yourself on notice, buddy.

Posted as part of this week's Farm Girl Friday hop!