My bunny chewed through my fridge’s electrical cord yesterday. The emergency electrician who fixed it at 10pm last night – and charged $700 for the privilege – says it’s a miracle he’s not dead. He’s right, it is a miracle. Because my husband is so angry he wants to snap his neck like a twig.
My naughty little bunny has also chewed through three of Husband’s iPad charger cords. And all the stereo’s cords have been threaded into special hard-plastic tubing to protect them from his sharp little teeth.
Husband is threatening to lock poor Frodo in his cage permanently. But that would be cruel.
Still, there are many things I could have bought on my holiday with $700, so I am rather cross with the bunny too.
I will be keeping a very close eye on him in the future.
And, for a walk down memory/destruction lane, here’s a blog I wrote last year, called The Very Hungry Hare …
In the light of the moon, a little hare sat alone in a pet shop.
One Thursday afternoon two little girls visited the pet shop and – pop – out came the tiny and very hungry hare into their arms.
He started to look for some food.
On Monday he nibbled their daddy’s belt. But he was still hungry.
On Tuesday he nibbled their mummy’s shoes, but he was still hungry.
On Wednesday he nibbled three pairs of thongs – but he was still hungry.
On Thursday he nibbled four electrical cables, but he was still hungry.
On Friday he nibbled five chunks out of the vintage Parker lounge. But he was still hungry.
On Saturday he nibbled one beer carton, one door, one pair of their mummy’s shorts, one handbag strap, three bar stool legs’ rubber tips and a music stand legs’ rubber tips.
Oh, and a skipping rope …
That night he had a stomachache!
The next day was Sunday again.
The hare nibbled one nice spinach leaf, and after that he felt much better …
… until the little girls’ daddy turned him into rabbit stew.
(OK, that last bit didn’t happen, but he’s sailing pretty close to the wind with Husband.)
PS Thanks to Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar for inspiration.