CHARLESTON, W.Va. -- Last week, a friend was trying to convince me to take in a stray dog.
"No more animals," I told her. "No. More. Animals. I'm done with creatures. When the ones I have are gone, they won't be replaced."
I suspect God chuckled right about then.
"That's what she thinks," said He.
Animal-wise, I don't only have one or two more. At last count, there were seven. And I suspect the number might increase if I looked a little harder.
You know that reputation rabbits have? It's not just ugly gossip. It doesn't even matter if you have nothing but females. If they're determined and goal-oriented (like mine apparently were), they'll find a way.
Actually, I'm not sure if mine found a way or the way found them. About two months ago, our side gate fell off its hinges, and all three rabbits -- Winnie, Stew and DaShonda -- sneaked out of our fenced-in back yard for a three-day stroll around the neighborhood. Our circle is a half-mile around, and neighbors called from the complete opposite end to report rabbit sightings, but before I could retrieve them, they returned on their own.
Right around that same time, I discovered a hole under our fence, except the dirt was on the opposite side, meaning instead of digging out, something had tunneled in. Although I never actually saw a wild rabbit in our yard, there is indisputable evidence that whatever goal the trespasser had in mind at the onset of its mission, he was successful.
This I learned a week ago today, when I went outside and saw a tide of baby bunnies quickly wash away from the food dish back into the garage. My three adult females remained static, blinking innocently, pretending nothing had just happened.