No, I'm not hunting wabbits.
But one little fluffy white bunny wabbit is nibbling on some lettuce less than 2m from me right now as I write this.
I don't have any pics right now but trust me, he's small, adorably cute, completely white (except red albino eyes), long-eared and extremely fluffy.
I got him (sort of) today. My folks went on a trip the country to buy some quality homegrown potatoes and the woman that grows them happened to also have a litter of adorable little bunnies, and my folks found them so irresistible they borrowed one to take it home to show it to me and bring it back after a couple of days (they aren't really that much animal lovers to want to live with one permanently)...
The problem is my dad told me that the owner of the rabbits only raises them for food, and now I can't give it back because I'd be bothered by a guilty conscience too much, having sent a poor little bunny to his death (well not immediate as he's still too little, but eventually for sure). My folks see no problem in this, after all animals are there to be eaten by us, and he still has some time to live comfortably, but I don't exactly subscribe to this logic, and feel as giving him back would make me an accomplice to murder (well I'm not a vegeterian definitely, but I never kill animals).
The old woman that raises the rabbits has no problem giving them away (she already gave one away for a pet) but the problem is I wasn't exactly looking for a pet. I'm almost 27 and have other things to take care of right now in my life, and a pet demands a significant amount of time to look after properly (I know that from personal experience having had pets before), and I don't want to simply stick him in a box and forget about him. Besides I'd need to invest in a proper cage and equipment, but really the time is the most expensive to me.
So I figured I'd pass him on to someone else, a true animal lover with time to spare. There's a girl who a friend of mine told me about who already had a rabbit (so she must know how to take care of them) and had a room just for the rabbit !
Imagine that ! I think the little bunny is not likely to get a chance for a life with more luxury than his own room...
But I haven't yet decided for sure, I want to look at him and have some fun with him for a couple of days probably.
So I had to secure him for the night, make sure he doesn't get out and crap all over the place, gnaw on electric cables or fall from the balcony, so I took a clothes-drying metal mesh and a potato bag (which is like a net) and put them over the entrance to the large plastic paint bucket he came in (the metal mesh as a door and the potato net so he doesn't slip between the bars). So now he has air and some light and I can still see him but he's secured for the night, and he's comfy on a bed of grass in his little nest.
The point is I feel exhausted like I haven't felt in a long, long time, and every muscle in my body hurts (I forgot to mention chasing the rabbit all over the living room and under various couches for an eternity before putting him to bed) but in spite of that, when I hear him nibbling on the lettuce, I feel pure happiness because he's taken care of and happy.
That must be what parenting is like, you take the pain and torment and hard work and in the end you feel happy as long as they're happy...
