Let me quickly remind you of the two simple rules I set for TEMPORARILY housing the baby bunnies in our home prior to their relocation… somewhere far from our garden.
1. No naming.
2. No petting.
Doug would like you all to know that Peter Rabbit, Benjamin Bunny, Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail are all healthy, eating us out of lawn and fridge, and are getting noticeably bigger every day. (Seriously, you would not believe how much these fist-sized creatures eat. It would’ve been cheaper just to let them eat my garden than to feed them all this organic produce from my fridge.)
But can I really scold my husband for having a big heart for small mammals? My life could be so much worse.
We’re still negotiating their return to the wild. I’m campaigning for Saturday.
Umm... this is not exactly what I had in mind when I talked about trying to keep the bunnies as WILD as possible. Here's Doug and Benjamin Bunny watching American Idol on the couch together.
The five (I swear there are five there) hungry monsters
