Newman sees it a little differently. His attitude is, I'm a rabbit, this is what rabbits do, deal with it. And because he's cute, I do deal with it. In addition to the scabiosa, Newman and his many flop-eared friends are partial to my pansies, rudbeckia, day lilies, and annual sunflowers. They may also have been responsible for the demise, a few years back, of my brand new and very expensive Illicium floridanum (which apparently is not poisonous to wildlife, so don't believe everything you read). I am still uncertain whether the perp was a bunny, a beaver, or Bambi.
Nevertheless, I cling to my Walt Disney version of nature. Destructive little monsters they may be, but I still feel bad when one of the Newmans has a fatal encounter with my neighbor's cat. Or when one ends up by the side of the road, which is what happened the other day.
The best part is, he doesn't eat plants. Welcome to my kingdom, vulture.