Wascally Wescue Wabbit
April 25, 2009|Comments (16)
We rescued a rabbit that we cannot eat. It serves no purpose on this green earth other than to amuse me and produce poo. What greater purpose could one possibly have, really?
We were standing in the checkout line of our local pet shop (the only one in our area which sells quality saltwater products for Josh’s reef tank) chatting about the poor “Easter rabbits” who are purchased and then loved until the cage is stinky or their nails need to be trimmed. At that point, the thrill is gone. Then they are posted in the nickel ads or given back to the pet store.
And that is exactly how the darling mini-Rex above found her way into the poorly lit back room of the pet shop to be sold to a local snake owner for a reptilian snack. Not just any snake… a ginormous man-eating, rabbit munching monster (NOTE: I fully realize that these snakes are not monsters. Please, no hate mail.) Apparently, rabbits are the preferred food for the massive snakes because they do not claw up the snake or attempt to fight them off like a rat.
With this knowledge, Josh pulled out his wallet. “Will you be paying for it or shall I?” He stated. This was a no-discussion-needed decision. We would be rescuing the rabbit and that was all there was to it. Our people don’t walk away from rabbits who are about to be thrown into a cage with an enormous snake which comes from a jungle and lives in trees or swamps (Would it really eat rabbits in the wild? Somehow, I think not.)
Now, before you start feeling sorry for the snake — take a good look at that rabbit’s fur. It’s the softest stuff you have ever felt in all your born days. Think: chinchilla. Only softer. Admit it — you’d have done the exact same thing.
We named her Winchester. Winnie for short. I have big plans for her poo. Details soon.
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