Four days ago, I heard something outside of my window in the basement. I assumed it was some brother being stupid or throwing rocks or something, so I didn't really take any notice. The next morning while getting ready, I heard it again & I was seriously like what the actual freak. So I opened the window to enter a tirade with those hoodlums. "HEY-! CUT THAT OUT OR...ohmigosh it's so cute."
Lo and behold, there was a BABY BUNNY in my window well. A freaking bunny, sent from the angels above. I skipped the whole "singing to lure the woodland creatures" crap and just went to grab it. Huge mistake. I must've freaked him out because he leaped straight out of my window and into my bedroom and dashed behind the bookshelf. I had my mom come and hold it steady, I retrieved the bunny and basically right then and there obtained a new love.
I think I'm in love.
With a rabbit.
Anyway, that night we got bunny food, a water feeder & whatnot for Foo-Foo. We put him safe & securely (we thought ... [ah ha! This is foreshadowing, my dear readers.] ) in a tuperware box in the garage with chicken wire on the top to keep him in. The next morning, my precious little bushel of joy was MISSING.
"Mom??.....Where's ma bunny?" We searched and searched. I had to go to school at some point, so we retired our flashlights and crossed our fingers that Foo-Foo would turn up.
I was uuber depressed all day, but then I had a radical idea. When I got home, I went to my neighbor's house & asked I her retired police dog could help. It got a scent and actually directed us to where poor Bunny Foo-Foo was cowering in fear. Ah-Ha! You sneaky, sneaky bunny. We scooped him up and put him back in his cage. Securely, this time. Actually, at the moment he's in my mom's bathtub because it's too high for him to jump out.
This is awesome. He is basically a miracle bunny. I guess the moral of the story is
When God closes a door, it puts a bunny in your window.
peace out.
