Tulip Eating Bunny

I wish I had a picture of this little dude (or dudette?).  I wish I had a picture of his mother, as well.  Here's the story of the Tulip Eating Bunny.  Jesse (my son) started breeding rabbits because he also breeds snakes, and as you may know, bunnies make good snake food.  Of course, as time went on, we had our favorites and they became pets and were never, ever fed to the snakes (although their off-spring were fair game).  Jesse bought Crooked Neck as a baby and his other rabbit supplier, Jarren, told him to just get rid of her, as he noticed that her neck was crooked.  It's some genetic thing.  Well, Crooked Neck was a sweetheart and we all fell in love with her so she lived.  Not only was she sweet, she was a wonderful breeder, always ready for action (unlike some of our other stubborn prude-ish  bunny-women).  She was also a fantastic mother.  Her litters were large and it was very rare for her to lose a baby.  Not only that, but we could throw any baby bunny in with her and she would take it in as her own and it would survive.  Mind you, Crooked Neck's babies were not always beautfiul but they were always healthy and robust.  Thus, the story of The Tulip Eating Bunny.

Some wise-guy threw Crooked Neck in with our little black dwarf male.  He went to town, as rabbits do, and she took.  The babies were very adorable, tiny, tiny things and all different colors but mainly black.  One little guy escaped at about 2 months old.  We could never catch him but even more amazingly, Zoe' could never catch him.  Zoe' loved rabbit for dinner.  She was a good girl and never tortured the rabbits in their cages (as neighboring dogs have done in the past) but if there was an escapee, well, to her it was fair game, and we agreed.  Dogs will be dogs. 

We watched this little guy grow up and cheered him on because he was obviously a foxy-little rabbit to out-fox Zoe' on a daily basis.  That said, he is the ugliest rabbit you have ever seen.  He has a huge full-sized head, like Crooked Neck, although his neck is straight, and and a little dwarf body.  He makes up for his lack of good looks, though, with his survival skills.

I really, really, really wish he wouldn't eat my tulips.  I love tulips.  I moved to Florida from Michigan when I was nineteen years old and really missed having tulips in spring.  Now I have a chance to have my very own tulips but he won't leave them alone!  I can't shoot him, I don't want to poison him, and it wouldn't do any good to trap and release him because I'm just sure he would come back.  So, he's safe, but still, I wish he wouldn't eat my tulips!