flotsam, there is something wrong with me

A fluffle?

Bunnies. There’s a lot of them around this year.

Somewhere under my ivy there may be a warren, in which lives a colony, a nest, even a fluffle, of wild rabbits.

I found one nibbling under my potted plant. It startled when I came out on the deck, but it’s bold and didn’t go far. Mere feet away, in fact.

Not sure it knows it’s not invisible; freezing in place isn’t helping it hide there.

Eh, what’s up Doc?

Well, I’m not opposed to bunnies. They will eat my hastas, which are really my mother’s. Which I therefore do not want to happen.

But on the other hand, if my yard has bunnies setting up shop, it probably doesn’t have more verminy options. Rats would tend to dissuade rabbits. Or so I am given to understand.

So all things considered, I’ll take bunnies in the yard. A whole fluffle of them, even.

flotsam, peeves, there is something wrong with me

Feeling low. Or high.

Not my Wii Fit meter. The main clues being that I haven’t burned anything like that many calories yet today. And my Mii looks more like, well, Me.

No, wait, low again. What?

OK, so as little as I’ve been blogging lately, y’all (yeah, I said “y’all”, what of it?) have had to hear about my Wii Fit altogether too much. Continue reading “Feeling low. Or high.”