bunny bandits
My sisters bunny had baby bunnies a week or so before I came home from Japan. In an attempt to get rid of the 5 extra bunnies, she promsed one to my 4 year old cousin Kylee.
on saturday, jenna called me and told me that she was going to take the bunny over to kylees and put it in the new cage she had bought for it.
when we pulled up to where kylee lives, she and her little 18 month old brother were sitting,waiting, and watching out the window for us. at first sight, she started jumping up and down and yelling out of excitement. once the bunny was tranferred from box to cage and all the homely surroundings were fixed…water, food, pink chew stick…we left kylee and “emi”, her newly named white bunny and all was perfect in the world.
come wednesday afternoon, this just wasnt the case. i got a call from my sister:
“the bunny is dead.”
“what bunny?”
“kylee’s bunny. ryan left the bunny outside for awhile today and came home and the bunny is dead. kylee saw the bunny and told her dad that the bunny was sleeping. he went along with it and covered the cage so the bunny could sleep.”
“now what?”
“i called the the pet store and they said that we can just take the bunny out of the cage and tell kylee that it went to see its mommy. or i told ryan that i have another white bunny that i can give them. we can just switch them.”
once the decision was made that indeed, there would be some bunny switching going on, jenna and i decided that since she lives farther away, she would bring the bunny to me at work and i would take it over to kylees house later.
“you dont care about touching the dead bunny?”
“ill take marin with me. she’ll do it.”
after work, marin and i went over to kylees and went to the back gate to get into the back-door of the house. only one problem. a 100 pound, big, black, barking, HUGE dog of a problem. after trying to go in a little at a time together, inching the dog back, only to get the dog upset and running towards us, we split up. i went to the front gate to try and slip in while marin tried her best to keep the dogs attention at the back.
some minutes of barking and screaming later, i was in the house and uncovered the cage. i was instantly covered in shivers. the bunny was dead, laying stretched out on its side, legs straight out in front, and heres the kicker, eyes WIDE OPEN. marin came in through the front door and saw the bunny. i handed her the note i had found on top of the cage. its read:
“thank you. we owe you.”
heck YES…you owe me, i thought. especially when i learned marin has a “thing” about touching dead animals. since there were only two of us, that left me to be the “remover”. GROSS. hand covered in a plastic bag, marin helps by ‘advising’,
“grab it by the back legs.”
“thanks marin.” said in a, “youre supposed to be my best friend and you are making me, ME, pick up the dead bunny.”
the bunny just happened to be STIFF. GROSS again. i put it in the box, and put the new bunny in the cage. i make sure the bunny lives through the “relocation” and cover up the cage before going to throw away the body and scrub my hands.
heres the morning update from amanda, kylees mom:
dead bunny.
barking dogs.
STIFF bunny.
all for a 4 year old.
who, if ive never mentioned, i am completely in LOVE with, which through all of this, is terribly obvious.
