This morning, I was downstairs in my bathrobe pouring that first cup of sweet, sweet, nectar coffee, and my husband who had just gone outside to check on the bunny said, "Melissa, come out here for a minute."
I knew something was wrong.
The bunny was gone. GONE. Cage door hanging open and no sign of the bunny. Gone.
Despite our trying to be discreet, the kids immediately figured out something was going on and burst into tears. We assured them that Violet was probably just being silly and playing hide and seek under the shed, not to worry, go say a prayer and eat your breakfast while Mommy and Daddy go find that silly bunny.
Meanwhile, we were watching the rush hour traffic zoom down our street, remembering the fox we had seen waking through our backyard just yesterday, realizing that our bunny just is not the smartest bunny in the world and realizing that – if we were lucky – we'd never find this bunny. If we weren't – we'd find the fox's leftovers.
So at 7:00 in the morning, we pulled on coats over our pajamas and were wandering around our yard yelling for a bunny who probably doesn't know her own name and hates us and probably was proposely trying to stay lost.
Then – you are not going to believe this – WE FOUND HER. I saw a flash of white out of the corner of my eye diving under the car. She was hiding behind the wheels of the car! So everyone who drove down our street this morning, got to see our pajama-clad butts sticking up as we tried for the next 20 minutes to get the &%#$ bunny out from under the &%#$ car.
We finally caught her and got the &%#$ squirming. kicking bunny back in the &%#$ cage.
The kids are thrilled. And we are of course grateful to God that our bunny miraculously survived the night and didn't run away, get run over or eaten.
But if anyone is looking for a pet bunny, I might have the perfect one for you.
