Pete fenced in the garden, then installed crooked gates, which beat all to hell last year’s arrangement where my gamey hip and I were intended to climb over some chicken wire because HAHAHAHAHAHA. Now I have gates. They were on sale, for some reason.
Poor Impulse Control 
Upscale gates, I’d say. There is a thing one can do with chicken wire and two-by-twos and carabiners, but that looks much nicer. Congrats and kudos to Pete.
I’d like to model a garden fence after the Watts Towers but not everyone enjoys modern architecture. Or a lack of architecture. Or my backyard, as it is currently configured. Even the groundhog chitters and wanders off.