Be forewarned: this is a rabbit tale. For those of you who have no stomach for silly pet stories, skip it.
Through some secret election, I've been designated cleaner of the rabbit cage at our house. While I'm doing the dirty deed, Snickers spends a half-hour or so bounding around our sun porch. It's a win/lose (Snickers wins some exercise time, I lose my appetite).
Last night, Aimee (my wife) said "Let him have a little extra time outside."
So I left the rabbit on the sun porch and went about my business...proceeding to forget that he wasn't in his cage. He probably spent two-three unattended hours hopping in circles.
Maybe I've developed a psychic connection with the bunny, who knows, but I had this feeling that little ol' Snickers had made a break for it. I checked the porch--no bunny. He'd managed to wriggle out of a small hole in the screen at the base of one wall. In a panic, Aimee rushed outside. I figured the rabbit was gone. Long gone.
Glad I was wrong. The dumb bunny was sitting in our backyard. Aimee moved to grab him, and he started hopping, in this half-assed, domestic bunny way, around the side of the house. I circled the house and cut him off. I couldn't help but laugh at his lame little, slow-motion attempt at escape.
Telling Owen that his pet escaped would have been a real horror story.
4 comments:
I was waiting at the bus stop with my daughter and a mini-van swerved at one of the many cats we have hanging around the house. he didn't get the cat (I wouldn't have been disappointed if he had) but I am glad I my daughter didn't see it either.
I am glad you found your bunny.
Ah! Too sweet. :)
Aww, poor little moron. At least he got to feel real grass under his feet, or whatever it is rabbits enjoy ; )
Hah. The whole time I was reading this, I kept thinking: Bunny Escape Attempt! Film at eleven!
I need to get out more.
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