Bunny Hunt, Day 6, Victory and for breakfast...BUNNY

pancakes. I didn't bother with the net hammock rig yesterday because it was raining and, the fun stops when somebody gets their eye rained in. Or something to that effect. So, with the help of the Havahart Company of Lititz, Pennsylvania, I set a proper trap last night under the trees and when I checked this morning, there was one Cow Print Bunny smashed into it. It barely fit, but fit it did. There are no "bunny in the trap" pictures. That would be unbecoming of a bunny.

Now the bunny is living in its new rabitat in my basement office. We put it in there, with its new bed box filled with special, ridiculously expensive "Timothy Hay" that looks like lawn clippings, and its new litter box filled with overpriced stove pellets. It is settling in pretty well, checking things out. Sorry, but there won't be much to tell about now that I've caught it. That's why Elmer never caught Bugs, and Wiley never caught Roadrunner. Once you catch em, the fun part is over. One mildly amusing thing happened. Cow Print has decided to pee in its bed and nest in the litter box. Whatever works.

I decided that the 24" high fencing isn't high enough to reliably contain a natural hopper, so I went out and got a higher fence. And made the pen include the fireplace, which you may be able to see has white board in the top. That's to stop the backdraft. When we have a fire in the living room fireplace, right above the office one, it backdrafts like crazy and fills the room with smoke. Not good hospitality. Hopefully Cow Print doesn't chew the duct tape.

See, already so much less dramatic. Somebody asked me: "Why are you making a big deal out of this rabbit?" Why? I'll tell you why. Otherwise, it goes like this: "A stray rabbit came into my yard, I trapped it, put it in a pen in my office and now it just sits in the corner and stares at me." See how much LESS FUN that is to read? I'm just SAYIN.

New favorite spot, the fireplace:

All this junk is going back.