One Tough Bunny

Nearly smashed a bunny this evening on the way up the hill. Dumb bastard had elected the middle of the street as a good place to be a sentinel, and it wasn’t going to move just because some damn car was lumbering toward it.

I braked when I saw the thing ahead, and when my headlights fell on it I had to come to a full stop. The bunny eyed me boredly, with no sign of that frozen-in-the-headlights emptiness you normally get with roadbunnies.

I rolled down the window. “GET OUT OF THE ROAD, YOU DUMB BUNNY!” I suggested.

The bunny began to wash its face.*

“Honk,” said my car.

“THUMP,” went the bunny, without leaving its post.**

I sighed and drove around the bunny. You just can’t beat stubbornness like that.


*This is possibly one of the cutest sights in the world. I advise you to watch a bunny wash its face if you ever get the chance.

**I admit, the idea of thumping on asphalt makes me wince. That’s gotta hurt, bro.