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