Bunny update.

While trimming along the house yesterday afternoon, I flushed out another baby bunny that, to my surprise, was just as full of life and vim and vigor as when I inadvertantly destroyed its home and shredded two of its siblings on Sunday. I caught it and put it in a box for Son to observe. He eventually wanted to get it out, and asked me to put it in his Jeep.

So I did.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MAN? I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?"

Afterwards, I asked Son to get me a towel out of the house so I could brush off the bulk of the grass that had accumulated on my legs from running the trimmer. Instead, Son brought me a sheet of stickers, and wanted to affix one to the bunny before we sent it off.

Me: "....... OK!"

If you're a rabbit hunter, and a couple of years from now you kill a rabbit that has a sticker on it that says "Good Work!", well ... good work!