Try laying in bed listening to a rodent gnaw your eaves. Or the pitter patter of little paws back and forth, back and forth, above your head, back and forth, back and forth, BACK AND FORTH, GAAAAAAAA!!!
DIE! DIE! DIE NOW!! ARRGGHHH! DIE! DIE! DIE!! DYEEEEEEEEE!!!
Well, that’s actually kind of what I have going with the raised bed thing, but the thing is I need tall trellises for my beans and cucumbers and tomatoes and melons, and trying to rig netting (not plastic - things would cook!) over them is driving me nuts. It keeps on being too small.