Bunny checking out the vinca. June 28, 2020.

There are many rabbits in our neighborhood this year. As I take my daily walk,  I see them hopping across streets and lounging on lawns. They sit beneath parked vehicles and nap in shrubbery.  On yesterday’s walk Zippy suddenly asked,  “What do you think you’re doing?” and I was momentarily confused. I mean, wasn’t it clear? I was walking.

And then I realized my partner’s question was directed to a rabbit lying a couple feet away from us, smack dab in the middle of the street, ears tucked back, as if that somehow camouflaged it. Which I guess it did, seeing as I hadn’t even seen it. (I’ll add that Emma, our short-legged doggo who’s in a much better position to notice things on the ground, was equally clueless about the rabbit’s presence). That bunny was completely chill. Not at all concerned it might get trampled by two humans and a dog. Or run over by a car. Or eaten by a coyote from the nearby open space.

Actually, I’m starting to think maybe I should adopt that bunny’s attitude.