Have you ever had an idea for a journal entry that seemed at the time to be interesting or funny or unusual, and then after you wrote it, you wondered why in the world you thought it would be a good idea? Well, this is that kind of entry. So I am apologizing ahead of time for what you are about to read. At the time, it seemed kind of funny (in a sad kind of way). Poor little rabbits.
Yesterday I was reading ALPHAWOMAN's entry, BAD BUNNIES , and it made me remember something that happened several years ago. It was Spring, and I was going somewhere with my sister, Lois, in her car. We were on an old country road and had just rounded a sharp curve. Ahead of us in the middle of the road were two rabbits, feeling very frisky! Have you ever seen rabbits hopping about in the Springtime, doing their little mating dances? It's very cute; because rabbits just are cute. During these little dancing rituals they jump very high. Very, very high! As we rounded the curve, we had only a split second to take in the sight of the two rabbits performing gigantic leaps before one of them leaped straight up into the air in front of the car, and hit the very center of the windshield, making a crack that was more than a foot long!
Lois and I both shrieked, and she pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped. The crack in the windshield went almost all the way through the glass. We both stared at it for a minute, then she said, "You'll have to go with me to my insurance agent. He's never going to believe this!"
You know what? He never even batted an eye. He said that was not the first time that had happened!
Poor little rabbit. Poor little rabbits I should say. We both felt so bad about it, although there was no way we could have avoided it. I think my sister even cried over it.
Wow, what a depressing entry! I don't write anything in here for a week, and this is what I come up with? When I first remembered it I thought of it as an interesting anecdote. I mean, really, how many people have had their windshield cracked by a little rabbit? (Apparently more than we'd thought.)
Oh, I just remembered another rabbit story. When my nephew Brad was about 14 he was visiting our house for a few days (my parents' house) and had brought his bike with him. One day he left for a bike ride and had been gone for only about 10 minutes when he unexpectedly returned, walking calmly into the house with a stricken expression on his face.
"I think I just killed a rabbit."
"With your bike?" We asked.
He had. It ran out in front of him and he'd run over it before he could stop.
Okay, enough of this. I'll try to do better next time!
2 comments:
Awww that was an interesting story. Never heard of anyone having their windshield broken by a rabbit. I have heard of a buzzard flying in a car window and puking on someone. Isn't that nasty? I don't know if I believe that or not. Paula
Sad bunnie stories. I was once in a car that hit a bird. Suzy had to pull over and cry.
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