Getting the snip

OK, so yesterday was pretty traumatic. I got the bunny neutered. The bunny almost had a nervous breakdown the moment the vet touched him during the preliminary examination. I was partially eviscerated while trying to prevent the bunny plunging to almost certain death from the examination table. (Well, that's a slight exaggeration, but my stomach... Continue Reading →

Fancy a shag?

My bunny wants to have sex with me. More accurately, he wants to have sex with my feet. He wants to screw my husband's feet even harder. They must smell more desirable. It's quite exhausting, having this black, furry thing constantly twirling around your legs, nipping you seductively. We both spend a lot of time... Continue Reading →

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┬álast 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:... Continue Reading →

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