terror bunny

This is "terror" bunny in northern Wisconsin. Long Story.

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I was back in Wisconsin a few years ago, and it was early
summer so I was pulling weeds in the flower beds when I
noticed a tiny brown baby rabbit who was happily eating
buds off all the new flowers I’d just planted.
Oh No! I yelled. Oh No, you don’t. I tried and tried to shoo
him away but he wasn’t scared of me. This baby bunny
wasn’t interested in me at all; all he cared about was eating.
He ran from one place to another if I was outside. I could
never catch him. What would I do if I caught him? I never
thought about that, goofy me. So brown bunny really truly
ate our flowers all day long. It was terrible. My mom wasn’t
too happy since she bought most of the flowers that this lit-
tle bunny preferred to gobble up! The garden looked terri-
ble and some of the plants were droopy and looking dead.
I never saw bunny’s mother so I figured he chose to live
here since we had all his favorite food. Oh, I even tried to
sneak up on him to maybe scare him but nothing worked.
I even tried to use the garden hose and spray him to get
him away from the flowers but that didn’t work. Nothing
worked. This bunny was having none of that. He knew I
wasn’t going anywhere, and I knew he wasn’t going any-
where, so we had to agree we’d live together. 

This wild bunny really had me laughing. One day there was
a huge thunderstorm and it was pouring rain and “terror
bunny,” my nickname for him, ran from beneath the white
pines over to the garage where it was dry. He was lightning
fast. I didn’t know a bunny could run that fast! I actually
felt sorry for him and laughed at how silly I was to try and
scare him off. He wasn’t going anywhere. This was where he
lived. This was his home too .

Excerpt: from the book BECOMING