I was reading in the sun room when movement caught my eye. I spotted a rabbit sneaking through the pachysandra. I think sneaking is the right term, because rabbits don't come to visit. These nefarious critters come to eat. Pat noticed two more rabbits on the far side of a planting area. "Oh, look, the rabbits are bouncing around. They're playing or mating." "Or eating our hosta" I said. Once again we confront the age old rabbit dichotomy. Are rabbits the cute furry creatures who lay eggs on Easter morning and people love? Or are they the scourge of every gardener? In our house, they are both. I guess it depends on what they are eating. I need to eat more oranges because I need the peels.