|The point of entry for the intruder.|
Or something like that...
We have a gap in our screen door. We need to put in a work order with the housing office to have someone come out and fix it, but let me tell you- fixing a gap in my screen door is not a priority in my life right now, so it's been like that for months.
The kids and I were leaving the house one morning last week, and The Girl and I were both at the front door. She unlocked it, grabbed the knob, opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks. She was looking down at the floor. I followed her gaze, saw a small brown, furry thing curled up in between the screen door and our house door, and...
Took off running down the hallway, shrieking. No joke. Not my proudest moment, let me tell you that.
It took approximately 2.5 seconds (and 14 feet of hallway) for my brain to process the image, compare it to the different files in my head, and find a match- long ears, soft and furry, fluffy butt- a baby bunny.
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around. The Girl, still standing at the door, matter-of-factly
stated, "It's a bunny, Mom," and proceeded to burst out laughing.
Yes, yes, when faced with potential danger, I ran like a scared little chicken. I didn't throw myself in between my child and the beast, I didn't push her out of the way for her own safety and tackle the creature head on; I ran, as if that little guy was really a killer bunny- but not a killer bunny I apparently want to protect my children from. Good grief, right?
Why on Earth did I run?
Because I'm not a fan of tiny, furry living things. I have cats, yes, but they are totally not included. Hamsters, gerbils, mice, rats, ferrets- not a fan of any of these things; they freak me out. So, when I saw a furry small thing curled up in the corner, my first instinct was to run away, which I did, and quite quickly, I might add.
As I approached the door again and marveled in the adorableness that was a little bunny curled up, the little sucker decided to flee, himself (or herself- we never got that acquainted). He took off down the wall of our home, under the windows, where one of our cats was sitting. Then, as The Girl tried to rescue the little furball, he took off into the closest open door- my stockpile closet.
|The Killer Bunny|
The kids and I continued on with our plans for the day, but as soon as we got into the car, of course I got ragged out majorly by my hellions. "Mom ran from a baby bunny... HAHAHAHA... Did the cute, little bunny terrify you, Mom?" Ha ha. Yep, I deserved it.
At least for me, it was a decently sized baby bunny. I've seen Hubby scream like a girl and run from a tiny spider before. That always gets some hella laughs in our house.
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