Yep, I'm in Vengeance Demon mode now. Lessons learned: Even a thus-far-reliable repellent will not deter a rabbit who is truly motivated. Rabbits love 'Silver King' artemisia. Rabbits really love wave petunias. Six 4" pots of them planted in the new white garden border yesterday, duly sprayed with "repellent", and this morning, the only signs left of five of the six are a few tattered leaf fragments. I suppose the varmint was leaving no. 6 for dessert. Since this has got my blood boiling, let's return the favor, shall we?
No matter how long I lived here, I would never make a true countryman. And, as long as I preferred to see a wild boar on the hoof instead of on the plate, I'd never make an adopted Frenchman. Let him worship his stomach; I would maintain a civilized detachment from the blood lust that surrounded me.Peter Mayle, A Year in Provence. Vintage Books, 1991 (paperback reprint). ISBN 0679731148.
This noble smugness lasted until dinner. Henriette had given us a wild rabbit, which my wife had roasted with herbs and mustard. I had two helpings. The gravy, thickened with blood, was wonderful.