bunnicula

I could make my impending trip to Seattle much easier: just drop the rabbit, cage and all, into a nearby wooded area.

This strategy, however, isn't obviously a real choice, because I love animals, and adult reponsibility and all that crap. Also, the rabbit wouldn't last very long out in this heat, and if the heat didn't stroke her out in five seconds flat, she doesn't have a lot of innate survival instincts intact, what with having been selectively bred to be a shocking "Free Tasty Morsel" white in color and pampered and spoiled beyond reasonable belief--especially lately, with the gourmet blueberries and Land of Free Flowing Carrots going on around here.

She's been staying with a clearly overly generous friend this week, and managed to do absolutely no damage to the apartment up until yesterday, when she decided the Call of the Baseboard was too strong to overcome even her refined urban tastes and nibbled on very visible, at least an eight inch segment, which is one of the reasons Free Range Rabbit Owners Must Be Very Tolerant.

We might be flying our Bunny Pride flags around here, but the Bunny Honor System will have to be revoked until further notice.

The repair itself required a surprise trip to Home Depot and Fun With Spackling Products. The spackling still isn't dry; then I have to sand it down, pray the whole cover-up job doesn't look glaringly obvious, and paint it, and pray again (maybe to a different god this time) that it... well, doesn't look glaringly obvious.

In the meantime, bunny foo foo has earned herself a trip to the slammer. Tough luck, wabbit.