Our very suburban neighborhood is absolutely over-run with sweet little bunnies. I remember thinking how charming it was when we first moved in. The children are nearly able to get close enough to our own backyard rabbit to pat him before he lippity-lippitys off through the fence. But I've found that Peter Rabbit is a lot less charming when he's eating your tomatoes--especially when said Peter is discerning enough to wait until they are ripe to take two delicate bites from every single fruit on the vine.
I beat him to the punch and have started ripening our tomatoes in the window.
Take that, Peter Rabbit.