So it has been a long time since I mowed my yard. It was a combination of my serious SERIOUS grass allergy (I hate early summer) and my completely crazy weekend and the recent rain that we’ve had. I TRIED to mow on Tuesday night, but there was the bunny incident and then it rained the following night as well.

Finally, I had the time tonight. I came home early because Terminix was coming and we had a consultation with California Closets about building me a custom desk for my office. It was over before 5, so I rushed out to mow my overgrown fescue/bluegrass jungle. I made the choice not to mulch or bag the grass, but to use the side-distributor-thingy for the first time. It went really fast for how long it was (I like the side-distributor-thingy).

Once I finished the front, I went to the backyard and things were going great until I was mowing around the bradford pear we planted. That’s when it happened.

I stepped on a bunny.

I stepped on a bunny and the bunny died. I killed a living thing that was not a bug. It wasn’t intentional, mind you, but I felt awful. If there is a bright side to this story, it’s this…I found another one nearby that was VERY alive. Trying to use the same method as before, I tried to catch him with the pooper scooper and guide him into a box so I could carry him across the street to field.

I couldn’t catch him and he escaped under the fence. I imagine he was terrified of my feet considering he likely witnessed the earlier bunnicide.

Thinking about it with a few hours of distance between the incident and now, I am still sad. That bunny didn’t get to experience much. For some reason he ended up in our backyard and under my foot. I don’t know why. But I’ll tell you what…I feel awful about it.