Follow the White Rabbit

When I first moved into the new house, I noticed that there are a slew of rabbits around the area. At first I thought they were the neighbour’s, but it turns out that they have migrated here from the field which has now become home of a mini-mall.

At first, I was not impressed with these rabbits, especially considering one had managed to burrow its way underneath one of the patio stones in the walkway.

All jokes aside about letting it grow bigger and having some wabbit stew, I never noticed the rabbit for a few months.

I get out of my car after a grueling mid-term tonight in Communications class (Boo!) and lo and behold, a white rabbit munching on something two feet away from me, shivering because the temperature is dropping fast (heard it’s going to snow tomorrow. Oh joy.). I can’t help feel bad for this rabbit! What do rabbits do in the winter? Do they hibernate? Is there a humane society for rabbits that I can deliver this one to? Someone help me! I am starting to feel guilty and now the thoughts are pushing towards having a haven in my garage for these creatures of the woods. This is five minutes after exiting my vehicle…I bet when I read this tomorrow I’ll be thinking “What the heck man? It’s only a freakin’ rabbit.”

nowplaying: You Know What They Do to Guys Like Us in Prison by My Chemical Romance. So far, MCR is decent. Mike suggested I get into them. They are coming to Ottawa soon. If I like what I hear, maybe I’ll go to the show. I also read on Netphoria that they are comparable to my most beloved band in the world. So far, I don’t think so, but it’s not bad either.