Yep, I killed ‘em – dead. At least I’m pretty sure I did. Now that it is Spring, the latest crop of coyote meals have been born and they are all over the place. Yes, I’m talking about rabbits. There are two kinds where I live, the cotton tails and the jack rabbits.

The Scene

The incident happened while I was driving down the road one sunny day. It was approximately 10 in the morning. No activity was spotted as I scanned the road ahead. I was in the general vicinity where I had last spotted a deer; therefore, I was on alert. Then, there he was. He darted across the road like he was waiting all day to see the other side. I hit my brakes. . . THUD. Dammit! Stupid rabbit.

The Aftermath

The worst part came when I looked in my rear view mirror to witness his (in my head I imagined it a he rabbit) now lifeless body tucked together like a roll of paper towels rolling down the hill. It was bad enough I grimaced at the fact that his brain was probably decorating the undercarriage of my car– did I have to see the effects of the g forces too?

His lifeless body wasn’t there on my drive home. My husband says he probably wasn’t dead. Right! But, thanks. Just as I’m sure those buzzards circling over head only eat vegetation.

The Memoriam

In memoriam, I wrote the following prayer:

Dear Lord,

Please bless Mr. Cottontail that died at said accident scene as described above. He was fast, though not too fast, furry, and….uh, a rabbit. Please help him make his journey through the circle of life, to return to the earth as a faster smarter bunny that is not stupid enough to run in front of my car.

Please lift his spirit up onto high unto the lord, Amen.
God Bless Mr. Cottontail