I am Elmer Fudd...
Sunday, December 14, 2008 by Amy
...except that I'm not trying to KILL our rabbits (and by "rabbits" I mean Sprinkles) but I am constantly trying to outwit them. Usually, I am the one being outwitted (and really, it's appropriate because Elmer Fudd doesn't have much wits about him).
We have a problem area in our house. It's the area in the corner beside the couch. I took the legs off the couch so it sits right on the floor (which makes the couch lower, which mean the rabbits can now get on the couch, which is a whole 'nuther pile of turds, but I digress). But the arms of the couch extend beyond the base of the couch, so no matter how close I push it to the wall, there's always a rabbit-width wide path to the carpet along the side and in the corner. Sprinkles already ripped the corner down to the wood beneath. So I put 4 8x8 glass bricks in the corner and along the side. But alas, I had no more bricks and I thought, we'll there's only a few inches of carpet exposed, no biggie.
Needless to say, Sprinkles is not happy about the new developments (the glass bricks and the elimination of the under-the-couch area) and is so royally peeved that she is in the habit of leaving turds on top of the glass bricks and she even sprayed in that corner. Great. In fact, at the very moment her frustration reached spraying-pitch, the girls decided to play the closed toilet like a drum (which is directly on the other side of the wall from the rabbit corner). Sprinkles ran like an acrobatic furry bullet from the corner, spraying as she went. It was almost poetic. The droplets of urine spraying into the air, catching the light from the rising sun through our living room window, all in slow motion, falling on my face. Yes, my face. (It must be the couch. In the past few weeks I've been peed in the face, and vomited on in the face while on this couch). So yeah, now I have a shoebox on the side of the couch to supplement the glass bricks.
And wow, that rabbit can tear a carpet down to the wood in no time flat. There is no "process," tear some carpet and come back later to complete the deed. As soon as I hear the scratching, I run to where she is (it takes a few seconds, tops, since I am not deaf and can easily find my way around my own house in a dead run) and I can already see wood upon my arrival at the scene.
I think that rabbit is making me think more than I have since becoming a stay-at-home mom. I actually am enjoying the challenge, but will decidedly not enjoy the walk-through at the end of our lease. No, that will not be fun.
No, no pictures this time, since the camera is not within arms reach of where I am sitting contentedly on my duff.
We have a problem area in our house. It's the area in the corner beside the couch. I took the legs off the couch so it sits right on the floor (which makes the couch lower, which mean the rabbits can now get on the couch, which is a whole 'nuther pile of turds, but I digress). But the arms of the couch extend beyond the base of the couch, so no matter how close I push it to the wall, there's always a rabbit-width wide path to the carpet along the side and in the corner. Sprinkles already ripped the corner down to the wood beneath. So I put 4 8x8 glass bricks in the corner and along the side. But alas, I had no more bricks and I thought, we'll there's only a few inches of carpet exposed, no biggie.
Needless to say, Sprinkles is not happy about the new developments (the glass bricks and the elimination of the under-the-couch area) and is so royally peeved that she is in the habit of leaving turds on top of the glass bricks and she even sprayed in that corner. Great. In fact, at the very moment her frustration reached spraying-pitch, the girls decided to play the closed toilet like a drum (which is directly on the other side of the wall from the rabbit corner). Sprinkles ran like an acrobatic furry bullet from the corner, spraying as she went. It was almost poetic. The droplets of urine spraying into the air, catching the light from the rising sun through our living room window, all in slow motion, falling on my face. Yes, my face. (It must be the couch. In the past few weeks I've been peed in the face, and vomited on in the face while on this couch). So yeah, now I have a shoebox on the side of the couch to supplement the glass bricks.
And wow, that rabbit can tear a carpet down to the wood in no time flat. There is no "process," tear some carpet and come back later to complete the deed. As soon as I hear the scratching, I run to where she is (it takes a few seconds, tops, since I am not deaf and can easily find my way around my own house in a dead run) and I can already see wood upon my arrival at the scene.
I think that rabbit is making me think more than I have since becoming a stay-at-home mom. I actually am enjoying the challenge, but will decidedly not enjoy the walk-through at the end of our lease. No, that will not be fun.
No, no pictures this time, since the camera is not within arms reach of where I am sitting contentedly on my duff.
