Wow!!

I was driving home, and it was raining really really hard (monsoon-style). I was listening to the radio and they were talking about the severe storms in the area. I was just about to turn onto the highway when KA-POW! The loudest noise in the world sounded, with an accompanying flash of brilliant light. Simultaneously, the tree about 100 feet away from me blew up. I'm guessing it was lightening. But I'm not too sure because after that flash of light, I feel strangely CHARGED and unable to concentrate on things for long periods of time. I also have a bad case of static electricity.

And on the dead animal front, I saw a dead porcupine on my way to work this morning. Pretty strange roadkill item for this area... so I wasn't too sure it was a porcupine until my tire went flat.

I think I figured out what killed George. When I found him and his brothers & sisters, they were all very tiny... and SKINNY. So after some quick reading on the internet, and suggestions from Wide Lawns, I got some kitten milk replacement stuff and fed the lone surviving bunny. You guys are all familiar with that. And he seemed to be doing so much better.. he was even gaining weight. However, it seems I managed to overlook one aspect of bunny-care that I suspect was George's downfall.

You see - mommy bunnies help their babies poo by licking their butts. Obviously, I wasn't about to lick anyone's butt, no matter HOW cute they are. I'm just sayin'. So anyway, the night before George died, I read about how to help the bunny poo. The site suggested washing the bunny's 'stuff' with a nice warm washcloth. So I went out to the garage, grabbed George and started wiping. My husband came in. "What the hell are you doing Woman?" and then he turned around and left. I think George was wondering the same thing. But he never pooped. So then when I put him out the next morning, he ran away from me. (My husband said he was prolly scared I was going to try to de-poo him again).

So now I'm thinking that he wasn't really 'gaining weight'... he was probably constipated. I think I killed George.

but it was an accident.