Too many rabbits.
Bunnies by my shed, bunnies by my truck, bunnies on my porch, bunnies have eaten my hosta plants.
Then one tiny one the size of a guinea pig hops up to me...and it reeks of stinking cuteness.
It just sits there next to me for awhile wiggling it's little nose then hops over to another hosta plant looking at me, like the doe that peered in my back window as she munched the leaves on the ones in the backyard...I wave the white flag of surrender and go inside so that I cannot witness the destruction.
I have more, and they'll grow back. The coyotes and the feral cats that you hardly ever see in the daylight will take care of the rabbits soon enough.