The neighbor kids rabbit was running amok again today. So once more into the breech I went. Using my recently acquired rabbit-wrangling skills, we herded the little guy into a corner of the neighbor’s backyard and threw a dirty sweatshirt of mine over him. Lucky for me, I picked him up by the end that doesn’t bite and into the cage he went.
And, this time, prior to engaging the elusive hare, I took off my ring and put it in a safe place…right next to my recently acquired metal detector!
I hope he never gets loose in my backyard…the “Terrible Terriers” would run him down in a “New York Minute” and make an appetizer out of him.
Two days ago, the the neighbor’s’ kids came knocking at my door. One of their pet rabbits had escaped and they asked if I could help corral it. Nice guy that I am, I said sure and joined the posse. Well, we finally caught the rabbit and all was well again. Or so I thought. During the chase, I lost my college class ring. The ring always was a bit loose on my finger and it slipped off during the chase. And of course, with all the fallen leaves covering the ground, trying to find it was like looking for the proverbial needle in the haystack.