just HOW little is the little one?
2:12 am. i wake up. it's way too quiet for a first night with bunnies in their new home.
i go to the living room and ease up the dimmer switch and find the big one sitting quietly, paws tucked under her chest, all ALONE in the big big cage. the little one is not there. NOT THERE??
i am still asleep. the cage door is locked. surely i am hallucinating. no, the little one is really, really not there. in fact, she's nowhere to be seen. or heard. but there is a tiny wet spot on the floor outside the cage. ah-ha!
i start to look. i do not find her anywhere. there are exposed cords about, doors open. we're not bunnyproofed yet! crap! hub hears me moving furniture, wakes up and starts to look and of course, finds her right away. next to a neat pile of bunny poop [remember: dry, odorless], she's huddled in the corner by the big floor lamp.
somehow, little missy squeezed herself through the bars. now scroll down and look at the picture of her and the bars of the cage. i tried to put my hand through the bars and it won't fit [and though i'm not a tiny lassie, my hands are small]. i don't know how she did it, but she had to spend the rest of the night in the travel carrier so we wouldn't have to worry about her strangling herself, trying to get through again. hub has since rigged the cage with subterfuge and it seems to be working. no further escape attempts today.
i said the little one would be trouble, didn't i? bunnyproofing commences in earnest this evening after work.