Well, It’s Shower Time Again …

It is with great pride, even though you are well aware that I don’t like to brag, that I announce I have the cleanest wild rabbit in my town.

A few days ago, My Bunny darted out of some bushes while I was watering some newly seeded lawn. I inched the mist spray from the water wand close to the rabbit, then directed it right over her head. (I know she is a female as I have been witness to a few sessions of bunny hanky panky in our backyard and … well, we’ll just leave it at that. She was not an unwilling participant.)

The bunny sat under this shower for about five minutes before darting away.

Yesterday, I saw her rip across the lawn and stand in the same spot where she had enjoyed the raindrops falling on her head. I was up at the house but I said to a family member, “I am going to give that bunny another shower.” And I did.

This time, Bunny sat still for at least 15 minutes and became thoroughly drenched. She shook her head when it got too soggy, blinked her eyes and licked her lips to drink the cool, fresh water. It was a very hot and humid day yesterday and she is not a dumb bunny, if, at the same time, perhaps and over-sexed one.

My Bunny didn’t show today but I know she will be back. When she does return, I will direct the spray close to her but not above her. I want to see if she will willingly move under the shower.

I enjoy these summer days but have a little trouble answering when someone asks what I’ve been up to. And while this might seem a little quirky, it makes me feel good to think that I helped that little critter get through her day a little happier.

Besides, she’ll be all spruced up for the next hanky panky session which I expect to occur soon. When I see it starting to happen now, I go into the house.

I can’t bear to watch.

©2022 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.