Kill da Wabbit

A week or so ago, my dog found a well hidden stash of baby bunnies right outside our back door. Unlike my friends dog, he did not inhale them and masticate their innards. Instead, he was just curious, and they ran around and squealed. My daughter was very excited and instantly wanted to adopt them. How does she know this is an option?

We do not like the rabbits though. So I put the four little bunnies in a large zip lock , beat them with a stick, and buried them. This thought ran through my head, but I could not do it. They were so tiny and scared. With all the drama with my little one and the dog though, we had to relocate them as the only other option.
So we sneaked them into a box and released them in a secluded portion of a park. Hopefully, they will get a fair chance.

Today the rabbits have upped the annoyance level by making big burrow holes under the front porch and eating entire plants in the flower bed. Our whole neighborhood is loaded with rabbits I tell ya. Time is on their side, but I'm very close to buying a .22 caliber Ruger. Some bunny may end up in a ziplock after all.

Maybe I should just watch WaterShip down again. It's been years.