Here's a question for the class...
What happens when a giant rabbit tries to jump through a diamond in a chain link fence?
Anybody? Anybody? Bueller?
Well let me tell you. It gets stuck. And then it dies. And then as a homeowner we had to clean it up. And when a rabbit is in full-on rigor mortise (sp?) it makes it even more difficult. So here we have the hubby on one side with a shovel trying to lift one end and I'm on the other side of the fence pulling the legs (apparently this rabbit didn't have a lucky rabbit leg) (what? Too soon?!) from the other trying to free it from it's literal death grip. It was awful. But the rabbit is now in our trash can to sit for a week because, of course, our trash was picked up this morning.
Ahhhh...the joys of being a home owner. And then as I'm sitting here typing this (after multiple hand-washings) the hubby asks if I'm blogging about this. DUH! It's blogging gold!