Amazingly, the little creatures disappeared after this. I did not see them around again. I finally sighed with relief that the problem was over. I spent next week and half in peace and I actually slept at night. I called my mother- in- law and shared the good news. She was happy for me. ?I am very proud of you,? she exclaimed. By and by, two weeks passed. I was very happy to bring home cucumbers, tomatoes, peas, beans and peppers, all from my own garden, and not worry about those rascals. Life was normal again, in the house as well as in the garden. One afternoon, I did not feel well and came home early from work. As I looked out the kitchen window, to my utmost disbelief and astonishment, I saw two little bunnies chewing on the inflatable snake in my garden, as if it was a little vine. On the other corner I was furious to notice two more rabbits riding the fox. The largest one was at the bottom of the pole on which the eagle fluttered ineffectively. I was dumbfounded. I pinched myself, it hurt; I banged my head on the wall and that hurt too. I knew I was not day-dreaming. I shot towards them. They cast a glance upon me but did not budge an inch - a sign of disobedience; but, they ran away, again, when I was about two-steps from the garden. I was so angry I could not think straight for a long time. That evening, as disappointed and frustrated I was, I wanted to see if anyone had experienced similar rabbit nuisance, and had shared about it on the internet. I found many websites that talked about rodent problems, but they all wanted to sell their products, or advertise about someone else?s product. ?Perhaps I am not searching right,? I said to myself. I searched on Google with key words ?Rabbits? and ?Garden?. What I found astounded me. I found the most simple, yet totally overlooked solution at http://www.gardenweb.com. I learnt , in the forum of this site, the brownish little rabbits were called Cottontails, and, the effective way to stop them was to fence the garden, or yard, with meshed Chicken-wire that has one and half inch of grids, and bury the fence about three inches in the ground. That was it. I immediately drove to Lowe?s and bought Chicken-wire with smaller grids. I tore the old fence down and put the new fence of chicken-wire up. But the very important thing I did differently than the first time was I buried half a foot of the fence in the ground. Before the fence was just sitting atop the garden, and was relatively easier for the rabbits to crawl underneath it. Besides, the older fence had larger holes. Since the new fence went up, I have occasionally noticed some scratch, or scrape on the ground, right along the fence, as if something was trying to remove the dirt. I know now what it is. The knowledge makes me feel better. I learnt a great deal out of this wild experience.