The Bunnies of Alcatraz

Well, they've made a break for it.

I doubt I'll ever get them back now. If I do, I think they're going to have to go live in the country, somewhere where there are no city transit buses to give me anxiety attacks because Gracie and Misty are hopping free.

Unbeknownst to us, pathetic humans, the rabbits have been secretly, feverishly tunneling under our backyard -- at least twenty feet worth of tunnels with no exaggeration -- and we were clueless until, at one small point, they decided, just for a lark, to pop through to the surface and take off.

Doug (a caving enthusiast) has investigated the tunnels as far as his arm and camera will reach and has devised a night vision system to explore the hows and whys. I'm sure that this particular backyard will turn up on A&E's Investigative Reports at some point. In the meantime, I'm a little afraid of walking too hard, lest I break through the ground into the tunnel.

This could not happen at a worse time for me, of course, as the Grand Reunion is in full swing, and I'm heading to the Highland Games tomorrow. I'm doing well to get some sleep in this heat and humidity, and I don't have time to chase bunnies. And if I caught them, I'm not sure what I'd do with the little escape artists.

If it weren't for the fact that I fully expect to find one of them smooshed on the road, I'd probably find this somewhat amusing.

Sneaky little buggers.