You remember the bunnies, right? Two BOY bunnies? So yeah, rabbits to me are either salad-poaching varmints or, well, dinner. So it was with some shock that Tom pounded on the back door with a “geddout here you HAVE to see this,” cupping a squirming little black thing in his hand. “I thought it was a mouse!” Five squirmy bundles later, and here we are. Six little kits. (Unfortunately, Tom had completely pulled out their nest in his rush to clean. He had wondered why the rabbits hadn’t been peeing in their nest box.)
I am glad our daughter was with her Grandma and thus missed me cursing a blue streak.
One breeder, one vet (and three vet techs), one middleman seller, and one “Oh I know rabbits, and yeah, these are both boys” friend later, but…DumDum knew all along that Wrinkles was a she.
(Incidentally, these bunnies won’t be dinner.)