Oooooh That Wascally Wabbit

So we got this wild rabbit that's been around since fall I think. Dale, the father in law, has fallen in love with this thing. He keeps saying he saw it here or saw it there. I really couldn't give a s**t. All I say to him is that it's going to eat our garden and my flowers this summer. So in other words it's going to be a major pain in the ass for ME! He figures it won't bother my stuff because it's tame, and he KNOWS it's tame because of it's colors. Well, I was sitting in my chair last night watching tv and from there I have plain view of my flower bed. My perennials are already starting to get new leaves and stuff. So here comes Peter Cottontail from around the shed and he goes straight to the flower bed and starts munching away. So I go out and I am yelling at him to shoo and he won't budge. So I get my boots on and tromp over to a golf club of the girls that was laying on the lawn and throw the thing at the rabbit. He takes off. I go in the house and sit back down. I just get into my show and here he comes again. Well I went back out there and start chasing the thing, since I couldn't find anything else to throw at him, and he takes off again. I go in the house again, sit back down, and guess who!! The nerve of this vermon. Then the farm cats start playing with him. (Obviously Peter made some friends while at his stay here) I gave up. I didn't get up from my chair. Today I told Dale about this and he didn't belive me. He said they will only eat green stuff. Oh like flowers and gardens!! Darren says he is going to shoot it. I feel a family feud coming on.