When I was a kid one of my favorite cartons was of course Bugs Bunny. I used to laugh at old Elmer Fudd because that silly rabbit always got the best of him. Come on a rabbit outsmarting a human? No way. Boy was I wrong.
My daughter and her feller are out of town for a week. They have two dogs, a cat, and when they left town on Saturday seven bunnies. Yes I said seven bunnies. Now two of these hopping little fur balls as you might have guessed are of breeding age and they certainly did. Enter into the whole funhouse of animals five little additions who aren’t quite full size. What does Mom get to do? I get to watch, I refuse call watching anything with more than two legs babysitting, all these hopping, running, jumping, scratching, noisy little critters for a week.
The bunnies are outside in a huge very fancy cage/shelter that if it were gaged the same way human dwelling were would be sitting in a posh ares that you would have to be a part of the one percenters to own. All I have to do with them is make sure they have water, food, and generally check on them once a day. Not a problem. Right.
One of these little buggers gets out. Babatie is his name. No I didn’t leave the cage open, no not even a little crack. This little bugger just managed to find its own way out. So what am I to do? Well I spent all day yesterday chasing that little asshat all over creation. Here’s the thing. He’s managed to upgrade himself to a large, and to him maybe a more secure and weather proof residence in the form of a metal toolshed. He comes out plays in the yard but the minute I make any attempt to put him back where he belongs he’s bouncing all over the place like a Mexican jumping bean daring me to catch him. It didn’t happen.
Now remember the two dogs? One I’m not too worried about, he’s a small dog and afraid of his own shadow. The other however, hates rabbits. Guess what happens if she manages to do what I haven’t been able to do?
So now I’ve put up wire fencing around that shed. Fixed it a place for both water and food and it is now homesteading. The point is I wore myself out yesterday first chasing then doing everything I could to protect it and now there isn’t a muscle in my body that isn’t sore. Don’t understand how that can be? Tell you what, you get you a bunny and turn that little asshole loose and then try to catch it. Oh and you can’t use a gun either. Let’s see how well you do.
So whoever came up with poor Elmer, my bet is this came from personal experience and really was never a joke. My apologies to Mr. Fudd.
Oh I also have to stand guard now to protect the little uppity asshole when I let the dogs out.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?