5 Weird Places My Rabbits Have Been

If you’ve ever hung out with a rabbit (and I highly recommend it), you’ve probably noticed that they have a tendency to end up in very odd places: closed drawers, previously unknown crevices beneath the stairs, the crisper. Really, it’s true! And they often execute incredible feats of strength and agility to get there. A tiny baby rabbit once scaled the entire height of my back using a loose-knit sweater to reach my shoulder. And a few weeks back I watched my current rabbit Elsie escape her pen by leaping at the wire panels, scrambling up and then ricocheting off a cardboard box. They make coming home every day a real adventure.
 

And so, in celebration of Sunday Bunday (that’s a thing, right??), here are a few of the weird-ass places I’ve found my rabbits.

 

In one of the slots of my open-concept wrought iron wine rack.
 

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This 2014 Charbunnay is light and sweet but packs a real wallop. Top notes of carrot and hay with a hint of cilantro on the finish.

 

In a drawer full of jeans.
 

All yer jeanz are belong to meee!
All yer jeanz are belong to meee!

 

Between some shovels.
 

Rory rabbit shovels
I iz a digger by nature, but dat does not mean I will dig out yer driveway.

 

Inside an Apple Cinnamon Cheerios box.
 

Hello, General Mills Customer Service?
Hello, General Mills Customer Service?

 

Between the steps of my stepper.
 

I dozen't need exercise, I iz just fluffy.
I dozen’t need exercise, I iz just fluffy.

 


Where’s the weirdest place you’ve seen a rabbit?
(If you say ‘on a plate’, you’re going the right way for a smack-bottom.)
 

A special thank you to our models, Rorschach (RIP, buddy) and Elsie, who is currently laying in her pen stretched out to approximately twice her sitting length.

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