A little bit of Nowhere

Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

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Saturday, May 31, 2003
 
"Oh, Sure It's Just A Harmless Little Bunny!"

The day has been spent babysitting 3 Shih-tzu's and a New Zealand dwarf rabbit. I think that the rabbit is out to get me. Baboo is a perfectly calm rabbit whenever he's sitting there in his pen, or hopping about on the patio deck. He seems irresistably benign and adorable as he wiggles his nose at people. Yet I'm starting to believe that beneath that cute exterior, he's evil just waiting to be unleashed.

Take recent events--and injuries I have sustained. Since our three dogs think Baboo is either a playmate or a playtoy, they tend to go ballistic whenever they realize he's out of his cage. They race around my feet as I carry Baboo to his outside pen, and if Baboo is on the deck by himself, they sit at the window and whimper since they cannot reach him. Naturally, their behaviour requires me to carry Baboo outside in my hands.

This unto itself is not problematic. Baboo suddenly deciding that it's good to claw at my chest, my hands and my wrists for no apparent reason, however, is. And it's not as if he starts frantically kicking when I first pick him up or put him down. It's not as if he starts frantically kicking when I start walking with him. No, he just starts kicking arbitrarily. I'm coming to believe that the little fuzzball in fact starts kicking when he senses my guard is down, and knows that he can take a good swipe at my skin before I can defend myself.

I'm sporting some notably long gouges in my wrist thanks to his claws, plus a few slashes across my left palm. This happens to be my writing hand, and it's the hand that always suffers damage whenever Baboo kicks. Sure, I hold him with both hands, and yet it's my needed writing hand that he attacks. I swear, the damned thing is plotting some fiendish escape in his plans for world domination! His cute little nose-wiggling routine doesn't fool me a bit! To quote Tim the magician: "He's got a mean streak in him a mile long!"

All in all, I'm starting to understand why Buffy the Vampire Slayer's character, Anya, has this intense phobia of bunnies. They are evil. They've just lulled the world into thinking otherwise, and are biding their time before they attack us all.


Today's Lesson: www.hugs.org/Hasenpfeffer_-_Rabbit.shtml