Warning: This post is about to contain disturbing facts and speculation about a dead rabbit. You may want to skip it.
There’s a dead rabbit under the glider out front. Not a small bunny, but a dead grown rabbit.
I’m refusing to go look at it, but the Redheaded Kid had to describe it in detail every time he came back from a smoke.
The question is, “Where did it come from?”
The orange cat has been catching moles and mice and there’s been evidence that he might have caught a bird. But a grown-ass rabbit?
I have to tell you, I’m more likely to believe that coyotes have left us a gift.