Stupid bunnies.
You’d think they would post some kind of community notification.
They ought to warn all the other bunnies to stay out of our yard.
We have a killer on the premises.
But no.
They keep on coming.
And Blue keeps on killing them.
We’re up to three this week.
Now don’t get me wrong.
I hate rabbits.
They’re evil, destructive little fluffers.
I’m happy to have the dog chase them away.
But I’m not thrilled with the killing.
It’s gross.
Depending on where we are in the trash pick-up cycle, it can get pretty stinky.
It’s only going to get stinkier as the weather gets hotter.
At our old house, we lived next to a greenbelt.
We would just shovel dead stuff over the fence and the buzzards would take care of it.
Here, though, the neighbors might object if we flung dead stuff into their yards.
Maybe I should put a bell on Blue’s collar.
It might give the rabbits a bit of a head start.
Stupid bunnies.
Liz Brenner
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