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You may remember that I have mentioned in previous posts, that we have been having bunny “issues”.  They’ve been eating our plants, and our tomatoes.  They poop in our yard.  And there’s several of them.  We don’t have a pool.  We don’t have a dog.  So I guess that makes us very vulnerable.  You’ll remember that we have had bad experiences with bunnies before, which leaves us especially sensitive.  (It’s starting to sound like we need counseling instead of an exterminator!).

But – my three “men” would not allow us to be overrun.  Remember they made a trap?  While I was away at Girls Camp.  Well, the trap was too small.  We would watch bunnies jump on top, sniff all around it, but never go in.  So they made another…bigger trap.  Still no luck.  For TWO MONTHS they have been trying to catch those darn bunnies.  Nothing. 

In the evenings, they would chase the bunnies.  Reminiscent of the gardener in Peter Rabbit (one of my favorite books). Several times I would walk in to a room and find Derek like this…

My sweet, gentle husband has turned into Elmer Fudd.  No kidding.  On three separate occasions, when he thought I was not around, I walked in on him loading the BB gun and running to the backyard.  And while working from home, he would keep it loaded next to him, watching and waiting to see the little critters from the Study window.  Has he lost his mind?
(I’m sad to report that he was successful once and apparently I have a bunny buried somewhere near my home.  I don’t ask – Derek doesn’t tell.  Please don’t call PETA). 
But on Tuesday morning the boys woke us up with hollering and screaming…”we think we see gray in the trap!”.  The alarm was set and they could only look from windows.  Derek was skeptical – we fell back asleep.  Half an hour later, “we saw it move!”  Derek jumped up, got dressed, and they all went to check and found this:

You would have thought it was Christmas morning!  I’ve never seen so much jubilation in all my life!  Their trap had finally done it’s job.  It was jam that had finally done the trick…red plum jam!  I thought Derek was going to cry happy tears!
They drove it up to a field about a few miles up the road and let it go.  Before letting him go, they named him “Jack” because they thought he looked like a Jack Rabbit. I hope Jack doesn’t have some built-in GPS home tracking device.