So I was looking out my studio window — and two little girls from up the block are frantically chasing a tiny bunny — my immediate thought is, they put their bunny down — and now they’ll never catch it — so, being a world-class procrastinator — I hopped outside to see if I could help catch the wayward bunny — it because pretty obvious after 30 seconds of talking with the girls that
- This wasn’t their bunny.
- This was a wild bunny.
- That the bunny wasn’t really interested in the carrot they were waving about — all this bunny wanted to do was escape.
- They didn’t really have a plan for what to do with the bunny if they actually managed to catch it.
- Neither was too keen on ending up at the emergency room for rabbit bites (which I assured them hurt much worse than the shots they’d need to get)
They both agreed to let the bunny go — to never chase wild bunnies again — and they also agreed that the 185 lb. pig that lived next door didn’t run nearly as fast as the bunny — and probably didn’t bite.
As he ran away — the rabbit looked back at me and (smiled?) I reminded him — I’m not his friend, I’m the guy who feeds the TOP of the neighborhood food chain — but if he wanted to pitch a tent in my FRONT yard — I could probably find him some food and shelter.