Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Bunnies Lounge?

Last night, we arrived home from work and I was relaxing on the couch after a long day of work, and an exhausting weekend at good friend's wedding. I was sitting on the couch, attempting to finish a book, and trying not to fall asleep, when I found myself staring out the window.

I looked outside.
Blinked.
Looked outside again.
Shook my head.
Looked again. I was fairly certain that my exhaustion had caused me to hallucinate.
And then shouted for Jeremy.

"JEREMY GET OVER HERE, THERE IS EITHER A DEAD, OR VERY RELAXED BUNNY IN OUR YARD"
Just so you know, the suggestion of a dead or very relaxed bunny makes Jeremy run like the wind.

He flies over to the window to see the following...
Please note this bunny's legs.

Outstretched behind him, it looks as though they've been run over. Or are paralyzed. Which is clearly, what I thought had happened to the poor bunny. I begin screaming that the bunny is injured, and we should help it.

Jeremy prevents me from going outside, insisting that this bunny has rabies, and this is a sign of it's disease. Apparently lounging is a side effect of rabies according to Dr. Frank.

We continue to stare out the window for about 5 minutes. Alternating between screams of sadness for the dying bunny, and complete amazement. Poor bunny. I was almost in tears, watching this little thing right outside my window.

Finally, we decided to call my cousin Jen, who is a vet tech. We were going to see how we could help the dying bunny. To ease it's pain in it's last moments.

I reach over to pick up my phone and call her. The bunny twitches. And runs away. (The move causing massive screaming by both Jeremy and Kara Frank)

Turns out bunny wasn't fatally wounded, or critically ill. It was just lounging. Who knew? Bunnies lounge.

1 comment:

Scorpicon said...

Coincidentally, every time I've napped on the floor I've always wondered if someone would think me dead.