I have an admission to make. I waive Miranda.
The rabbits are back. It seems like hundreds of them. They eat the emerging plants in Joan’s garden.
When I can (dawn and sundown) I plunk at the damn things with my little .22 rifle. Once in a while I will kill one, and that seems to chasten the rest of the herd for a time.
Source: Seasonal Crap
Joan takes the bunny carcass and puts it in a bag in the beer fridge in the garage. It freezes solid. We then call it a “bunny pop.” The next trash day sees the “bunny pop” in the can.
I think this makes me a bad man.
RGK