The following story isn't about me. It isn't about me getting a bath or spitting on walls or shredding something that I probably shouldn't have had in the first place. No, this story is about Pa and something that happened last weekend--something very disturbing.
It was first thing in the morning and Pa had gone outside to water the front yard. In an attempt to make watering easier, Pa had, years ago, set up an above ground sprinkler system that allowed for any area of the property to be watered with the simple redirecting of a connector and a turn of the main faucet. So, that morning, Pa redirected the connectors, turned on the water, and immediately realized that something was wrong. He couldn't hear the sound of the sprinkler running in the front yard. Figuring that one of the connectors was diverting the wrong way, Pa rechecked the system. Everything seemed fine, yet the sprinkler in the front yard still wasn't running. Puzzled, Pa then wandered into the front yard to inspect the sprinkler head itself.
As soon as he stepped foot in the front yard he saw it: a bunny sitting in the green grass a couple of feet away from a length of exposed hose. Pa looked at the hose. Water was gushing out from the middle of the length. He looked back at the bunny. The bunny stared back at him, his nose twitching. Pa looked at the hose again which was still gushing water.
Something was fishy.
Pa then approached the hose (the bunny took this opportunity to scurry off) and discovered that the bunny had gnawed a 1/2 inch hole directly into the rubber.
I feel for Pa. I know how it feels to struggle against the brazen gall of those stupid little fluffy tailed trespassers. I only wish I had free access to the front yard. If I had, I would have chased that stupid bunny away long before he turned Pa's property into his own private chew toy.
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