A few weeks ago, I was paying special attention to my Minnie Girl's tail. I wanted to reach into the pen and goose it, but she was too far away and I couldn't reach. Her tail was on my mind when I got in the car and saw something shoot up my neighbor's driveway. It was moving very fast, and if I had not had a rabbit tail on my mind, I would have thought it was a cat. But this creature, that I only witnessed for a microsecond, had a rabbit tail. I got out of the car and walked up the drive, and there he was, a white and brown bunny rabbit, eating grass. I tried to catch him, but he would only let me come so close before he would hop a few hops away. I managed to see that he was very comfortable under my house. I have been leaving food and water out for him. He will ignore the hay and pellets, but devour the oats. Tonight I put a plate of warm organic pumpkin puree under the house for him. It is a cold night. I worry about him every waking moment.
I am thinking he is attracted to my house because of the overwhelming rabbit smells coming from it. He is not terrified of me, and in fact will let me come very close, then he will take a hop or two in the other direction and carry on with his grass nomming. He did binky away from me this evening, the wascawy wabbit.
So, what I need is advice on how to trap him so I get him into the house to live the life of luxury to which he is entitled. I do not believe in coincidences and I know The Good Lord sent Mr. Hopson my way, at this time of year no less, to offer my services as loyal rabbit slave. Why kowtow over just three rabbits when I can grovel over four?
Oh, and how do I know Mr. Hopson is a Mister and not a Miss? I just do. I. Just. Do.