I cursed our little garden (see I really AM a plant torturer) when I posted about Tony's green thumb on Monday. Besides the propensity towards butterflies in our lovely little community, we also tend towards rabbits. So, it really should have been no surprise this morning during breakfast when Sam noticed not one but TWO little fuzzy rabbits munching on Tony's garden, apparently having a little breakfast of their own. I've never seen Tony move so fast...lickety split, he was out the door and halfway across the back yard before the rabbits wised up and fled.
But that's not the end of the story. As Tony was making his way across the backyard, my darling daughter, who still sleeps with a little stuffed bunny, starts yelling, "Use a stick, Daddy! Use a stick!" I guess it's better to know now that beneath those pink princess jammies beats a murderous heart.