Going psycho

I’m compiling a list of instructions for our bunny sitters (we’re off to a wedding). They were pretty straightforward until things went a bit Gremlins last night.

The rules for Mogwai were: never expose it to bright light (especially sunlight, which will kill it); never get it wet (which will make it multiply); and, most importantly: never, ever feed it after midnight.

The rules for Mr Frodo Bunnykins – who’s gone a bit psycho – are: never leave an electrical cord or rubber thongs unattended (or they will have millions of tiny chunks bitten out of them … haven’t broken it to Husband about his stereo system); don’t feed him too much lettuce or he will get diarrhea; and, most importantly, never, ever pat him with salty fingers or he will bite you and draw blood and you will cry and scream until Mummy gives you a Chupa Chup.

Fortunately his teeth are too small to do what my ex-boyfriend’s mother swore a bunny did to her – bite the top of her middle digit clean off. Still a bit scarred by having the stump waved in my face as a teenager.

Other than that, it should be pretty plain sailing. Give him lots of rabbit pellets and fresh water and everything will be hunky dork.

Thanks guys!