Rabbit Tales

I was wrong about Friday’s dental visit being the last one.  For some reason, every so often, the Novocaine doesn’t “take”.  Yesterday was one of those days.  My mouth got tingly, but as soon as the dentist started drilling I could feel it, and it did not feel good.  He had to stop working to give me more shots, then wait for them to work, so I only got one of the two remaining cavities filled before the next patient arrived.  His next open appointment isn’t for two more weeks.  I’m on the cancellation list, but at the moment, I’ve got a wait ahead of me.   Oh, and I had to skip the iced coffee.  After the second round of Novocaine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to drink anything without it dribbling all over my shirt.

Yesterday, I noticed a bunny hopping around my side yard.  We have a lot, and I mean, a LOT of bunnies in my neighborhood.  There are four that make my yard a regular play area. Diva calls them all “Thumper”, but I can tell them apart.   Anyway:  One of my favorites, the skinny bunny with the really long ears, showed up  yesterday with a long, wide gash in his right leg.  He’s not a big guy, and this gash looked to be about an inch wide and four or five inches long.  It looked like the skin was torn, and just hanging loose.  The flesh of his leg muscle was clearly visible.   I immediately called Animal Control, hoping they would be able to trap him and stitch him up.  At the very least, if they don’t do bunny rehab, maybe they could euthanize him.  I can’t imagine anything surviving an injury like that without intervention.  I would hate for him to get some wicked infection and die a slow, miserable death.  Well, the good news is, they do bunny rehab.  The bad news is, I have to catch him first.  Yep, ME.

What Animal Control told me to do is, get a laundry basket, a long string, and a stick.  And just like those old cartoons, make a trap with the stick propping up the laundry basket.  The trap should be baited with apple slices, and the string tied to the stick can be really long, so we don’t have to sit right there.  When the bunny goes for the apple slices, I am to pull the string, which drops the laundry basket, and traps the bunny.  Hopefully.  

So after I got off the phone and assembled all the necessary components for my bunny trap, I went out to the patio and waited.  And waited.  And waited.  I haven't seen my furry friend since I made the phone call.  Not sure if he's hiding in his bunny den or if one of the other neighbors got him or if he's succumbed to his injuries.  Wherever he is, I hope he isn't suffering.