My brother Brian was hunting or sniping or something...I really dunno what...and he somehow aquired a baby rabbit. Just a little bitty thing with its eyes not even opened yet! So damn cute! And anyway, they had been keeping it on the stove in a skillet ( yes, this is odd). Seeing as to how my poor little hamster died, I now had a vacancy in my living room for something else small and furry. So they gave me the bunny (as I'm going "Oh cute! What is it? A bunny? Oh yes, I see it. It's so cute! I'll name him Achenar!Now...what the HELL am I supposed to do with this thing???"). I took him home, gave him milk, lots of loving, and a daddy (Ty's family raises bunnies, so I thought he might be a good asset to the family). Unfortunately, he only lived 30 some hours under my care. I don't feel terribly responsible though. The encyclopedia mentioned that most infant bunnies do not live into adulthood. If they did, the world would be overrun with bunnies (CUTE!!). After all, according to a show on Animal Planet, "Rabbits have a talent of making more rabbits."
Maybe it's for the best though. After all, the encyclopedia also stated that "The domestic rabbit is almost entirely harmless."
Not terribly reassuring...
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