AmishSlayer
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Ok...I'm writing this no more than 20 minutes after this has happened...so it still is an issue.
Saturday afternoon. My friend gets back from work (he works at the local golf course). I'm playing Burnout 3...I'm totally wrapped up in it...I only say, "Hey...how was work?" and he replies with something along the lines of "Ok" or something...I don't know. Like 10 minutes later..."What the F*CK...we have bunnies in our apartment!?" This is enough to make me pause my race and goto the kitchen to see what is going on. There's a box on our counter with some sheets or something in them...and 2 of my roomates are holding tiny baby bunnies...
Apparently..this is what happened.
My friend was trimming some fairways at the course this morning and he sees a rabbit and a baby rabbit run off. The mother just bolts away...the baby rabbit only hops under a nearby tree. He gets off his mower...gets down on his hands and knees and reaches under the tree. He finds someting fluffy, he grabs it.
When he pulled his hand out, he had 2 tiny bunnies in his hand. So he did something I never would've thought...he puts them in his pouch pocket on his course jacket and continues to mow. 5 hours later...he comes back to the apartment with these bunnies.
He wants to keep them...but we say take them back to the course or to an animal shelter where they're properly trained and ready to take care of these little guys.
Of course...one of my roomates has already named them...George and Steven...and they're scared out of their minds. They don't even move. Brian (the roomate that works at the course) is watching TV with George just chilling on his stomache... He's already getting attached to them.
Also: We tried feeding them tortillas (my roomate says he fed bunnies by his house tortillas all the time) and carrots...but they don't eat them.
Saturday afternoon. My friend gets back from work (he works at the local golf course). I'm playing Burnout 3...I'm totally wrapped up in it...I only say, "Hey...how was work?" and he replies with something along the lines of "Ok" or something...I don't know. Like 10 minutes later..."What the F*CK...we have bunnies in our apartment!?" This is enough to make me pause my race and goto the kitchen to see what is going on. There's a box on our counter with some sheets or something in them...and 2 of my roomates are holding tiny baby bunnies...
Apparently..this is what happened.
My friend was trimming some fairways at the course this morning and he sees a rabbit and a baby rabbit run off. The mother just bolts away...the baby rabbit only hops under a nearby tree. He gets off his mower...gets down on his hands and knees and reaches under the tree. He finds someting fluffy, he grabs it.
When he pulled his hand out, he had 2 tiny bunnies in his hand. So he did something I never would've thought...he puts them in his pouch pocket on his course jacket and continues to mow. 5 hours later...he comes back to the apartment with these bunnies.
He wants to keep them...but we say take them back to the course or to an animal shelter where they're properly trained and ready to take care of these little guys.
Of course...one of my roomates has already named them...George and Steven...and they're scared out of their minds. They don't even move. Brian (the roomate that works at the course) is watching TV with George just chilling on his stomache... He's already getting attached to them.
Also: We tried feeding them tortillas (my roomate says he fed bunnies by his house tortillas all the time) and carrots...but they don't eat them.