This morning, yet again, a rabbit huddled in the middle of the driveway as I was trying to get on my way to work. Perhaps the rabbits do the middle-of-the-driveway huddle instinctually so the car will drive over them and not harm them. I’m not taking that chance. I edged the truck up to the bunny, beeped my horn once, and then sighed as I leaned halfway out of the car. I waved my arms in the air and let out a half-hearted “booga booga,” but the bunny didn’t care. Finally, I got all the way out of the truck, shut the door, and began walking towards the rabbit, “BOOOOOGA! BOOOOOOOOGA!”

The rabbit ran. And ran. And ran. Right down the driveway and into the road.

When the rabbit started to run, I had hopped back in the truck thinking bunny would go into the field. I climbed down from the truck again and tried to chase the bunny into the grass. Success! Bunny ran into the ditch by the side of the road!

Back into the truck, seat belt on, parking break off, clutch in, gear changed, put on the gas and start to drive. Bunny is NOT in the ditch. Bunny is in the road next to the ditch.

Put truck in reverse. Back up out of the street. Get out of the truck. Booga booga. Bunny runs down the middle of the road. BOOGA BOOGA! Bunny runs into the grass.

Back into the truck, seat belt on, parking break off, clutch in, gear changed, put on the gas and start to drive. Bunny runs OUT of the grass and back into the road!

Put truck in reverse. Back up out of the street. Get out of the truck. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGA DAMMIT BOOOOOOOOGA! Then a car comes down the road towards the bunny! RUN BUNNY RUN!!!! BOOOGABOOGABOOGA!

The bunny took one slow, graceful hop into the grassy ditch and was out of sight. This time it stayed put.