Battling Wascally Wabbits

I don't necessarily think wabbits—er ... sorry, rabbits—are evil. As long as they don't eat things in my garden, I think they're rather adorable creatures.

Butter, however, disagrees.


Anytime one of these critters makes an appearance in our front yard, Butter carries on as if some giant monster is making its way down our street, leaving a path of destruction behind him. Butter whines and barks and cries and carries on in such a way that I can't help but run from my office to see what's wrong.

This fearsome critter is what's wrong.

She just sits there, sweet as can be, but her very presence taunts Butter and nearly drives him to madness.

He doesn't know what to do. He tries to convince me with his moans and his urgent eyes that he needs to get outside. Now. To save our yard from imminent danger. He can't take his eyes off of her, lest she do something particularly dreadful.


Come on, Butter says, wondering why I won't do anything. Can't you see? That's not a rabbit. That's the devil wearing bunny ears.

I don't know, Butter. I'm not convinced.