Once upon a time, I was feeling sick. I feel sick a lot because I have anxiety & it twists up my stomach. I ensconced myself in a blanket & smashed the couch. Yes, I said ensconced.
All of a sudden, there was a movement out the window.
I squealed & I squealed to Nick (housemate) what I saw. I told him what was outside. He thought I was hallucinating. Because earlier in the story I was sick, remember?
Naturally, I RAN OUTSIDE.
I RAN OUTSIDE AND I CHASED THAT BUNNY.
I CHASED THAT BUNNY FOR HOURS.
I CHASED THAT BUNNY INTO THE SUNSET.
I did not catch it.
The next day, guess what I did?
I CHASED THE BUNNY!!
At one point my screamy neighbour tried to help, she was on her son's scooter. Her name is Sarah. She's always screaming at her boyfriend & storming out of her house. Anyway at this point in time she wasn't screaming. She was helping me catch the bunny. Unfortunately, her sons then came out & they are insane. They scared the bunny under a car & it wouldn't come out. I was this close [ <--> ] that close to getting it gently, in a towel. Because it was winter and bunnies should not be outside in the cold. Two hours later, I went back outside. The kids were still waiting underneath the car for the bunny to come out. I decided to try again tomorrow.
I decided to try a new strategy.
It did not take long for my housemates to figure out why there were a billion carrots scattered about our front yard.
When I got home from work, I was ready. I never fully considered what I would do if I actually caught the bunny, but we would definitely hang out and watch Law & Order together. I was going to catch the bunny. we were going to be best friends.
My housemates had also made an attempt at catching the bunny during the day while I was out.
They told me this when I got home, as I was getting ready to go out & catch the bunny.
Then they told me.
Nothing could prepare me for this.
APPARENTLY the bunny (MY bunny) SUPPOSEDLY belongs to our weird, party crashing, bubble-blowing, sliding-notes-under-our-door-kind-of-weird neighbour.
That is BULLSHIT.
His name was BARRY.
Barry The Abandoned and Jumpy.
And I loved him.
In loving memory of Barry; wherever he may be (next door).