Psychorabbit - qu'es-ce que c'est?
Easter brought a bunny. Not that one. I hate that one. It brought The Bad Black Rabbit. He is the angriest animal I have ever come across. Aggressive, unpleasant and dangerous. He's probably more of a danger to himself though as he has bitten through some cables. Electrical ones. Then again he is from North Lanarkshire.
For the first month my arms looked like those of a deliberate self-harmer, until I learnt how to hold him properly. Mrs P took advice and the general consensus was that taking his gonads off would calm him down.
I received a text one afternoon:
BBR is a little b*****d and I do not like him. We have an appointment at the vets on friday.
His gonads went. He's been no less angry since, maybe more so. To be fair, I'd feel the same. But he does seem to like us. When he's outside he gets on his hind legs to see what we're up to. The only time he's at all pacified is when he lies on his back when he goes into a sort of trance.
I like the little fella. But I'd still have no hesitation in eating him if the larder was bare.