I didn’t pause — that’s the problem. Yesterday I bought more rabbits.
Whenever I walk into Target, I pick up rabbits. Fortunately, I have to drive an hour to the nearest Target. Unfortunately, every time I’m in a city, I head to the nearest Target.
My father noticed this growing group of rabbits on the table. “Where do they come from?” he asked.
“They breed at night,” I told him, “when we aren’t looking.”
He laughed, but I know it wasn’t really an answer to his question.
He asks it repeatedly, and I’m a little embarrassed to confess to my obsession.
I admit to being a little crazy. I mean, I carry a rabbit in my pocket these days. I have conversations with the rabbit in my pocket — which really are conversations with myself or God — mindfulness exercises. But, yes, Tuga is with me throughout Lent.
His counterpart, Aleluja, is hidden until Easter.
I let my grandson, Henry, hold Tuga once when he was sad. When he set it down, I asked Helen to toss it to me. “Aren’t you going to let him keep it?” she asked.
I felt like Nicholas Cage in Con Air. Put… the bunny… back… in… the box.
So, when I saw another Tuga-Aleluja set at Target, I bought it for Henry’s Easter basket. I had already bought a set that I sent to my sister.
And now I have yet another set to send another friend.
I bought two rabbit candy dishes that I sent to friends. With chocolates, of course.
It started with two larger ceramic rabbits. I bought a third one yesterday. Because it was there as I walked in the store.
The original rabbits sit on the mantel where I put them when I finally took the nativity set down.
The real problem is the salt-and-pepper shakers. They’re the ones that breed.
Or jump into my shopping cart at Target.
I plan to send them to friends eventually.
Last week I bought some T-Rexes to keep the rabbits at bay.
It didn’t work. Two more bunnies have shown up.
The rabbits all remind me of people who are dear to me, who call themselves rabbits because of their/our affinity for the Rabbit Room, a website/community that I’m thrilled to be part of.
So, Target, as long as you keep putting rabbits out, I’ll probably keep buying them.
They say there’s a sucker born every minute. I’m definitely a sucker for rabbits.
10 thoughts on “My Rabbit Problem”
Wonderful post ❤
Love this post, love you.
Right back at you. ❤
I still have my Nativity scene up lol
Sounds like a cousin of mine who has a fondness for nutcrackers.
Breeding like rabbits …. 🐰 🐰 🐰 🥕 🐰 🐰 🐰
yes, indeed. 🙂
First of all, I love your blog name. It’s great!
Your rabbit problem sounds a little like my flower problem. We went to Lowe’s yesterday, and hubby went inside to get a screwdriver, while I went outside to get potting soil. I wasn’t supposed to get anything else. By the time hubby met me outside, I had five containers of flowers in the buggy on top of the soil. I told hubby they looked like they needed to come home with me. It’s a little early for some of them, but they make me happy.
Oh, golly. I have a flower problem, too. Fortunately, at the moment, it’s in the form of seed packets. It’s still too early for plants here. But I went to buy a packet of zinnia seeds and came home with 5 of them. I don’t think I can possibly have too many zinnias.
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