I had a rabbit commit suicide in front of my car on my way to Phoenix one night.
Saw him about half a mile up, sitting about in line with my driver's side tires. He took four hops to the right and I was about a quarter mile away, took four hops to the left and was right in front of my tire again. About 100 yards away my passenger pipes up, "That's a bunny." Thump. . . my reply - "Was a bunny." And thus the term wuzbunny was born.
My ex tried to kill us several times by suddenly slamming on the brakes, swerving erratically, heading into oncoming traffic, etc. in an effort to "not hit the _____" which was normally still several hundred feet from the car, personally if hitting it isn't going to break my car I leave it up to the animal to get out of the way!
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Halfway to hell and picking up speed.
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