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| The Front Yard Bunny |
So last week I caught a rabbit red-handed eating my beans. So I went out and bought a gate for the garden and sprayed everything with my homemade garlic-hot-pepper-Ivory-Soap spray.
A few days later, I found a dead rabbit in the back yard. I don't know if someone poisoned it - some of the neighbors use chemicals in their gardens - or maybe a predator hurt it - maybe it got hit by a car and dragged itself into the yard to die. I'm not even sure it's the same rabbit I've seen in the yard every day.
All I know is that it was dead. Dead as a doornail.
I disposed of the corpse but I was concerned that now I'd have baby bunnies starving to death in the yard. I considered leaving food around the deck but feared I'd attract every deer, fox and coyote for miles. Who would probably eat the baby bunnies. Bad idea.
The next morning as I was leaving for work, I saw an adult bunny hopping across the front yard.
Now we have a mystery.
Who was the victim? Was it the Dad Bunny? I didn't get close enough to check, but it looked bigger than the one I normally see in the front yard.
Do I have more than one Bunny Family?
Perhaps this was not a sad happenstance of natural selection. Perhaps the late Bunny was a casualty of an on-going vicious turf war between the front yard Bunnies and the back yard Bunnies.
Some scary shit goin' down here in Suburbia.
A few days later, I found a dead rabbit in the back yard. I don't know if someone poisoned it - some of the neighbors use chemicals in their gardens - or maybe a predator hurt it - maybe it got hit by a car and dragged itself into the yard to die. I'm not even sure it's the same rabbit I've seen in the yard every day.
All I know is that it was dead. Dead as a doornail.
I disposed of the corpse but I was concerned that now I'd have baby bunnies starving to death in the yard. I considered leaving food around the deck but feared I'd attract every deer, fox and coyote for miles. Who would probably eat the baby bunnies. Bad idea.
The next morning as I was leaving for work, I saw an adult bunny hopping across the front yard.
Now we have a mystery.
Who was the victim? Was it the Dad Bunny? I didn't get close enough to check, but it looked bigger than the one I normally see in the front yard.
Do I have more than one Bunny Family?
Perhaps this was not a sad happenstance of natural selection. Perhaps the late Bunny was a casualty of an on-going vicious turf war between the front yard Bunnies and the back yard Bunnies.
Some scary shit goin' down here in Suburbia.
