...there were three Liriope Muscari.
and Baby Liriope
Actually there were more but this works for the story.
One day while sitting in the warm soil trying to grow, a nibbler came through the fern fronds.
The nibbler tried eating the stems of the Big Daddy Liriope, "Hmmm... rather unctuous with a cacophony of aromas, flavors, and quaffable."
Tasted next was the Mama Liriope, "Ah, a little more refined, rather leggy and audacious."
After Mama came Baby Liriope. "Now this one is amusing, piquant, impertinent and with a hint of blackberries" and the nibbler ate it all up!
The lady of the house thought it was the gardeners trimming and chopping. The gardeners thought it was the lady, pruning her heart out. They met together, discussed the problem and Zut Alors!
It's Peter Rabbit!
Just look at the perfect bunny trail.
"Farmer McGreger, Farmer McGreger. What can I do"?
"Build a fence."
Did the Wicked Witch of the North put a "Bermuda Triangle Horticulture Spell"on my garden?