First there was the Dragon Slayer.
Then, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Now it seems… my family has collectively become…  The Bunny Slayer.

Frances and Ollie have been hard at it.  You may be familiar with the phrases…. Hoof-and-Mouth, Foot in Mouth, Tongue and Cheek….but around here… it is Bunny in Mouth.

Even, Max… back in the day… would nab a little Cotton Tail.

The saga continues.

Today, while I was driving down Eaton-Lewisburg Road… a speedy rabbit dashed out.  The ding-dong ran out when I was nearly past.    Rear wheel AND…… Thwackity Thwack.
In fact, I never saw the thing… until after the fact.  Yes, the horrid course of events played out in my rear view mirror.

Bunny Slayer.  I do not wear this Badge of Distinction with Pride or Honor.  NO.    I loathe this title.

I am guessing the other human in the house may have Mario Andretti-ed a few bunnies in her day too.

And.  Tonight…. as I was working outside… Ollie bounded up to me…. to proudly display her latest catch.
“Oh Ollie.  Not another.  Please drop it… so I can at least give this little baby bunny a proper  burial.”

Honest to goodness… Ollie went over and buried the thing in the mulch.

So there you have it.  Bunny Slayers.  With a Conscious.
Not to mention… we are all ears.

“Conscience is the inner voice that warns us that someone might be looking.” – H.L. Mencken