Honey, come live here, and you'll know about bunnies. Yesterday, I saw three — yes, three — of them right outside our back door chomping on our grass. When we moved in a year ago, they were cute accompaniments to the new suburban 'hood. Lilly even named "it" Somersault, and we told bedtime stories about Somersault who befriended all the neighborhood children. A year, and many bare spots and chewed bush limbs, later, we wake up in the morning and yell at them through the kitchen window. I've even got Wyatt to say, "Wabbit! No! Eat! Gass!!" They are everywhere! THEY MUST DIE!!!!
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Whew. OK. Have a nice day. — xxx000 SIL