Chip Versus the Apple

Miss Jill sometimes forgets to take things out of her purse. While her wallet, keys, and makeup might be of no use to a hungry bunny, sometimes a nice juicy apple might hit the spot. Chip was wandering through the living room and then smelled a juicy apple. But not knowing where it was coming from, he scampered here, there, and everywhere for it. Miss Jill was aghast to see Chippers rummaging through her purse and then found the delicious apple. So he pulled it out and rolled it onto the ground before attacking here as seen in the photo.

I guess Chip never was told to remove the sticker off an apple before eating it. Unlike his more voracious sister Root Beer Float, Chip took his time and ate the majority of the apple over the course of a day. He clearly was the son of neither Flowers or Miss Bugg (or even Root Beer Float) who would have eaten the apple in under 30 minutes. Of course Flowers would have run some of the apple on the wood floor and lick up the taste of apple + wood floor later. Oh, that Flowers.

I guess if there is a message to be had from this: eat your fruit at work. Otherwise it is fair game to anyone at home.

On a related note, I accidentally brought a banana back from London and never ate it. The fruit sniffing dog stopped me and I had to spend an extra 30 minutes in customs. They even warned me that I should have been fined. For not eating fruit on the plane? Whatever... but Commute Bunny did mock me afterward. Oh, that singing bunny. Whatever will we do with her?

Sunday with the Rabbits

While Miss Jill was away -- typically staying away from the bunnies -- Mister John vainly attempted to use the good camera to take some photos of the bunnies in action (or inaction, as the case may be). Sadly, his camera shooting is fair at best. The deleted photo of Gidget was much too bright as he needs how to figure out how to: a) zoom, b) use light better. For those of you NOT in the know, Gidget (aka the Surfwagon) was the previously used Volvo purchased by John and Jill Erb. Gidget has run quite well since her purchase in October. But Gidget shall get her own blog entry later: this one is for the bunnies.

The trio of terror were out and about in the backyard. That means Phillip, Ruby Jane, and Root Beer Float were outside. Typically Cherry Bugg has Saturdays to herself and these three have Sundays. It goes back to Sunday being Jane's day. And by decree, even after her passing, her husband has first right of hopping on Sunday.

This means that they sprint about the back yard for a good fifteen minutes at the start of their day. Then a few hours of idling. Typically, they'll just sit under a tree and either read poetry or eat it if it's tasty enough. Phillip goes up and down to his cage often to use the privy. Meanwhile Cherry Bugg just sits there and stares at them like an angry teenager who was grounded for not doing their homework and sticking their tongue out at other people.

Finally, Chip sits in the den pondering his existence as well. He spends much of the day sitting in his cage and staring at the wall. According to Chip, that is how Socrates became so wise. Just staring at the wall. Upon being told about Plato and his discourse about the man in the cave, Chip replied, "Huh?" That's ok, Chippers. One Greek philosopher at a time.