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Bunny troubles....
Feb. 17th, 2006 09:02 pmOh, Boy, did we have hysterics at our house yesterday! I was folding laundry, when my kids come running into the house. Robert was yelling, "Mom! Mom!" and Jared was wailing like someone had taken a baseball bat to him or something.
I was looking at Jared, trying to determine if a trip to the emergency room was imminent, but couldn't see anything wrong. Then Robert yells, "Hoppy got out! He ran away!" At which point, Jared starts crying even harder.
I go outside with them, and find that every kid in the neighborhood is looking for our rabbit. Finally, thinking that if the bunny escaped, there’s really not much we can do about it, I went and got a laundry basket, a towel, and some grapes, so that he can be coaxed out if we can find him. We scoured the street up and down, and the very “helpful” neighbor kids made enough noise to make just about every animal for a mile radius run and hide. We didn’t find the rabbit. Jared was wailing, “But he’s part of our family!”
What do you say to that?
Anyway, I went back home, while the kids continued to search. On a whim, I went into the back yard, to find Hoppy calmly sitting in the garden, nibbling on some lettuce. It hadn’t been our rabbit that the kids saw. I don’t know what the odds are that another rabbit would show up in our front yard, but it happened. The kids left a slightly rotting pear in the front yard for it, and sure enough, this morning, the pear was ¾ eaten.
All I can say is I’m happy that’s resolved, and I hope that my kids don’t catch this new rabbit, because chances are we’d have about fifty new rabbits some months hence if they did.
In other news of the weird, I freaked myself out this morning by grabbing my cuticle scissors instead of my eyelash curler. When you’re blind in one eye, it’s rather unnerving to know that you nearly jabbed yourself with a sharp object. Sigh. I am a hopeless dork, I fear.
Other than that, life is good.
Link of the day: http://gprime.net/game.php/cowmaze I know I’ve posted this before, but it’s been a while, and it’s a strangely addicting game.
I was looking at Jared, trying to determine if a trip to the emergency room was imminent, but couldn't see anything wrong. Then Robert yells, "Hoppy got out! He ran away!" At which point, Jared starts crying even harder.
I go outside with them, and find that every kid in the neighborhood is looking for our rabbit. Finally, thinking that if the bunny escaped, there’s really not much we can do about it, I went and got a laundry basket, a towel, and some grapes, so that he can be coaxed out if we can find him. We scoured the street up and down, and the very “helpful” neighbor kids made enough noise to make just about every animal for a mile radius run and hide. We didn’t find the rabbit. Jared was wailing, “But he’s part of our family!”
What do you say to that?
Anyway, I went back home, while the kids continued to search. On a whim, I went into the back yard, to find Hoppy calmly sitting in the garden, nibbling on some lettuce. It hadn’t been our rabbit that the kids saw. I don’t know what the odds are that another rabbit would show up in our front yard, but it happened. The kids left a slightly rotting pear in the front yard for it, and sure enough, this morning, the pear was ¾ eaten.
All I can say is I’m happy that’s resolved, and I hope that my kids don’t catch this new rabbit, because chances are we’d have about fifty new rabbits some months hence if they did.
In other news of the weird, I freaked myself out this morning by grabbing my cuticle scissors instead of my eyelash curler. When you’re blind in one eye, it’s rather unnerving to know that you nearly jabbed yourself with a sharp object. Sigh. I am a hopeless dork, I fear.
Other than that, life is good.
Link of the day: http://gprime.net/game.php/cowmaze I know I’ve posted this before, but it’s been a while, and it’s a strangely addicting game.
