I'm sure that Suzanne will later regale the world with tales of my dastardly deed for the day. Before she does, I'll say it myself. I never walk down the yard before I mow it. I suppose that I should and I will be much more likely to do so now. I killed a baby bunny. Weapon of choice? A lawnmower. I had no clue that there was a nest of the babies in my backyard. Unfortunately, the little lepine was still alive. Fortunately, the others appeared to be fine. I covered their nest back up (and marked it) after I retrieved the mortally wounded bunny baby. I felt bad about it, but I put the poor animal out of its misery. It still sucks and now Suzanne is calling me a bunny-killer.
It seems like time has flown. The
closing ceremony is tonight.
On a much happier note:
Happy Birthday Olivia!
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