Little Bunny Foo Foo

I’m not sure if we have a bunny nest in the yard, but this one seems to be hanging around more than you’d expect. I spotted it (him? her? I don’t know its preferred pronouns …) as I arrived home last night. Not seeing it dash off across the yard to the great forsythia forest, I waited to hit the button on the garage door remote, prepped my phone camera by having it zoomed, got out of the car as quietly as I could, and skipped closing the driver’s door.

Dude! Or dudette! Do you have a death wish?

I darn near ran over the thing and it just sat there!

Actually, thanks to a fan of dark humor I helped raise, I am aware that The Book of Bunny Suicides is a thing.

Little Bunny Foo Foo found its second wind and ran off to find some field mice or something. I did get a pretty decent action shot of its departure.

Bunny butt.

Word is still out on whether it turned into a goon.

Sing the song to yourself. You’ll get it.

Or just use the Google.

Speaking of dark humor …

Why did the turtle cross the road?

It was stapled to the chicken.

Why did the turtle cross the road? It was stapled to the chicken. Share on X

I’ll skip the Ferrari joke for now.

It’s now August and summer is about half over. Maybe more than half depending on your own calendar of events. Soon the season of everything pumpkin will be upon us. I do enjoy pumpkin baked goods, and I’ve had pumpkin gnocchi and pumpkin pasta sauce that were outstanding. You can keep your pumpkin spice lattes and frappuccinos and macchiatos. Those drinks are generally so full of sugar I’m not interested.

Or as Wilford Brimley might say, those drinks are full diabeetus. Never go full diabeetus.

Also consider not rushing the season so much you miss the current one. Memories of the past and hopes for the future are important, but if social media is any indication (and that’s debatable) … too many of us are spending too much time somewhere other than the present.

Hobby Lobby missed that memo, as these were up at the beginning of July.

Back to bunnies, particularly those named Foo Foo. Some questions to discuss amongst yourselves …

  1. Who have you been metaphorically bopping on the head?
  2. Why did you pick them up in the first place? Were they even supposed to be your concern?
  3. Have you been metaphorically bopping yourself on the head?
  4. Is there something (like an approaching car) you really should flee from but haven’t?

Those are all the deep thoughts for now. Keep looking up, kids.

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