The famous naturalist John Muir, once a sheep herder, referred to sheep as hooved locusts. I wonder if he was plagued by rabbits in his garden—I certainly am! The ghost plant written about previously got replanted in a big pot and placed on the Great Wall where it flourished until the long-eared rats found it. In one night they reduced it to stems. If I put the plant back in its old spot on top of the post, it’s just a setup for having it crash to the ground again.
Or it could attract the elusive Western Washington Winged Wabbits, wooing them from their migration route from Walla-Walla to Waikiki. I hear they’re good to eat if you like the taste of chicken cooked in a wok with white wine, served with whole wheat waffles and wiener wedges.
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