So I have a dead rabbit in my front yard
January 13, 2009
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There is really and truly a bunny carcass in my front yard. Apparently a neighborhood cat caught Bugs unawares.
The body has been in my bushes for months. I didn’t mind it. No one could see it. I wouldn’t have ever seen it if I hadn’t gotten all picky about how our yard looks and trimmed the bushes back. When I discovered it, I was pretty creeped out for a minute. Then I got over it and finished my yard work. If I can’t see it, its not really there, right?
That was October. It is still there. Only now some creature has dragged one leg out of the bushes and into the open part of my yard. One furry little leg separated from the rest of the body. I’m skeeved out just thinking about it.
So I was wondering…. would you, dear reader, like to remove the bunny carcass from my yard? If not for me, for Huck.
Eventually Huck will have an occasion to be in the front yard. He is a VERY sensitive little guy (obviously he got that from Truck). I have to change the channel when St. Judes commercials come on or he will tear up. He will see something that tugs his heartstrings and talk about it endlessly for weeks. A Feed the Children ad once sent him sobbing into my arms. Imagine what an encounter with a severed bunny leg will do to this kid. Help me out!
I would have done something about it by now if I could. But I can’t. I now have the heebie jeebies because I was trying to imagine how I might dispose of this myself.
Please, please, please. I will be your best friend. I will invite you to my birthday party. I will learn to french braid your hair. I will make you a bracelet out of embroidery thread. I will let you cheat off my spelling test (although you might want to take a pass at that – spell check and I are pretty tight). I will make you a mix tape.