Recently, my husband and I were babysitting my cousin's kids, so we dusted off my husband's complete set of Looney Tunes DVD's and put it on to watch. I learned two things from this. 1) Kids today don't have an appreciation for the sophisticated comic nuances of anvil-dropping, and 2) I used to think that Elmer Fudd and Yosemite Sam were obsessive and unbalanced characters. Now, I am empathetic to their never-ending battle with Bugs Bunny.
I was doing a site consultation for some clients in Wauwatosa, and while we were chatting, the cutest little baby bunny hoppity-hopped in front of us. The wife pointed out the hole in the lawn where the family of rabbits lived and said they had been enjoying watching the babies grow up. I asked if they had any problems with the little guys eating their plants. She said no, right as I witnessed the fluffy, scallywag bounce away with a piece of delphinium hanging out of its mouth. Such is the plight of soft-hearted urbanites. Since they weren't willing to take unsavory actions, I suggested they start using repellents on the tastier plants in the yard and put piles of lettuce and carrots by their den, in hopes that it will discourage them from turning the yard into a buffet. My mom uses this technique. It has varying success (don't put the food near your vegetable garden or landscape plants because the carrots will be mere appetizers). Mom has named her resident rabbit Arthur (after my great-uncle who used to live in the house) and swears it is the same one every year. The rabbit sits outside her kitchen window and when he sees her he sits up on his hind legs, looking adorable, begging.
I wage a less diplomatic war with those "wascally wabbits". Every day, after putting in long hours at the nursery, I pull the car into my driveway, grab the paperwork I brought home (remembering at the last second not to lock my keys in the car) already anticipating the cold beverage that will be waiting for me. Then I see him. Without fail, Mr. Rabbit is sitting in my back yard, wide-eyed, frozen mid-bite with a mouthful of my garden. For a while it was just him. Now he has a girlfriend. I think they have started a family on the other side of the fence, in my neighbor's yard.
The term "breeding like rabbits" exists for a reason. Rabbits have a gestation period of only 30 days. Incredibly, the day after giving birth, the female can mate again and get pregnant. Rinse and repeat. Depending on what the weather is doing, one adult female rabbit could potentially have 6 or more litters in one year. Considering coitus takes about half a minute, and the Mama only nurses the kids for a few minutes a couple times a night, that means their entire day is spent in search of food and hiding from predators. Searching for food in my yard. Eating my expensive, peachy-orange coral bells. If you are lucky, you have a good population of hawks and foxes in your neighborhood to keep the rabbit numbers down. I am not so lucky.
I spray repellents. Bobbex is an excellent brand. Repellents made of hot peppers work, too. Sometimes rabbits get used to a particular brand and you need to switch it up. A mesh fence will be going around the vegetable garden. A better tactic is sticking to plants that the rabbits don't eat. Which isn't to say that they still won't take a bite and spit the plant out, just to see if they like it or not. I have done the trialing and shed the tears for you. Below is a list of plants that, while not 100% resistant, are at least not the favorites of hasenpfeffers.