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.
In a drawer full of jeans.
Between some shovels.
Inside an Apple Cinnamon Cheerios box.
Between the steps of my stepper.
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.
