Oh nooooo! He didn’t!

See how my bunny looks dead in this photo … relax, he’s just chilling out in his favourite spot on our Persian rug.

But I wanted to kill him yesterday when I wandered into the family room to discover him doing THIS to my sofa.

Normally I know when he’s being naughty because it’s accompanied by this very loud crunching noise as he destroys all the woodwork in the house. This time it was a bit like those memes you read about when the kids are being really quiet that you should worry most. Although a friend did just send me this:

Deep breaths …

If you’ll recall, a few months ago he chewed through my fridge’s electrical cord and cost me $700. He’s also chewed through three of Husband’s iPad charger cords.

To protect the stereo, Husband threaded all its cords into special hard-plastic tubing to save them from Frodo’s sharp little teeth. But he finally gnawed through last week. So sayonara stereo.

And I thought it was time for another reblog of The Very Hungry Hare, just for old times’ sake …

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.

PPS Let’s hope getting him a little friend this weekend curbs his destructive streak. Otherwise I might have to trade him in for a Venezuelan poodle moth instead …