Rabbits! My next novel will feature one of these nefarious beasts and the villain. Yes, a fluffy, hippity-hoppity devil monster.
For two years now I’ve been trying to regrow some rose bushes the previous owners of our house cut down. I spray them (to keep the bunnies off.) It rains. The bunnies eat them. I spray them again, water them…the bunnies eat them. This year I bought chicken wire and caged the roses, sprayed them, watered them…the bunnies ATE THEM.
I should take solace that at least they made it through most of the summer this round and my raspberry bushes are not completely destroyed. I don’t.
One of these days I’m going to aim for one of those furry beasts in the driveway and hit it. This will be followed by a maniacal laugh. I swear this time I will not be stopped by the ‘aw, it’s cute’ reflex or the ‘it’s only acting on its nature trying to survive,’ hippy morals I was raised with. Bunny is going down.
Both on and off topic does anyone remember the Buniculla books? My bunnies aren’t like that. They are pure evil. Thought I’d clear that up.
The novel with a bunny as the villain will also have a sexy lamp in place of the female protagonist. You’re welcome.