"Right there in the backyard. I'm going to go sit on it. (that's cop talk, for keeping a close watch). It's mocking me."
"The rabbit is not mocking you. I am."
(I've made that joke on this blog before, but I still think it's funny)
"Are you gonna get the wabbit? I'm gonna help you. Where's my stick?"
"Yeah, me too, Ahpa. I'll get my binoculars. Hey Apha, I need an Indiana Jones hat. And a rope. I need an Indiana Jones hat and a rope"
"Me too! I need a Bindiana Jones hat too!"
There they go, an intrepid little band of explorers, determined once and for all to root out the rabbit in her lair. My husband is convinced that the rabbit he's been seeing is pregnant; he hopes to catch her in one of his Havahart traps and release her in the park before she has her litter in our yard. We've caught three so far this spring; the Great Korean Hunter and his men love nothing more than to load the trap into the car, drive it to the park, and release their captured prey. Silver Spring, Maryland is where men are men.