I am, apparently, a murderer. A bunny murderer.
Here's what happened.
My brother always mows the lawn. If he can't, my mom does. If my mom can't, my dad does. Well, all three were busy, so I was left with the job. I actually willingly took it, because I thought it'd be good exercise and I wanted the sun on my legs (which are deathly pale). So I began my mowing the lawn journey thinking little of it...until my allergies attacked me with a vigor I had never known before. Apparently I'm allergic to the cottonwood trees which had sprayed cotton all over my lawn. And apparently I'm allergic to freshly mowed grass. Needless to say, halfway through the job, I was sneezing every minute. Literally. I had to stop countless times to go inside and blow my nose. It's a wonder I even could see whether I was mowing in a straight line.
So flash forward to a few days ago and my mom reports a dead bunny is in the backyard. I think nothing of it and watch my dad scoop up the dead bunny with a shovel. Gross. Next day I hear two more dead bunnies are found in our backyard, with barely their skeletons remaining. Grosser. We think, "Gee, some cat out there is going crazy!" Or else...
Yes, now everyone believes there was a bunny nest in our backyard, we didn't know it, I couldn't see from sneezing and that I. killed. the. bunnies. Tragic. And super gross. And if that's the case, it wasn't cotton sticking up and down my sweaty legs...it was bunny hair.
That's So Shway
To lighten up the mood I bring you this post-it note project which is awesome.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BpWM0FNPZSs
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