As I was driving home today, I saw something strange -- a rabbit crossing the road in a hurry. Of course, it wouldn't have been so strange except that it was clearly a domestic rabbit.
I immediately stopped my car, and pretty much exhausted all efforts for over an hour trying to catch the poor thing, but to no avail. He'd let me get pretty close, but then the slightest movement sent him scurrying off. Finally, sweaty, tired, and defeated, I came home, sat down at my kitchen table, and cried.
Maybe I'm a little sensitive, but all I can think about is how sad it is for that little bun to be running around in unfamiliar territory, scared half to death, with no real shelter from predators. To make matters worse, it's started to rain now, too.
I'm trying to resist the urge to squeeze Linus. I'm pretty sure he would hate it, but I'm just so grateful that my bunny is safe and sound.
This just reminds me why I choose to have an indoor rabbit -- I imagine the bun I saw escaped from its outdoor hutch somehow. I couldn't imagine going to bed and then waking up to find my little bun gone.