Earlier this week, I wrote about the arrival of spring.
This new season seemed great at first, full of new clothes and headstands. But I have since found out that it is not all butterflies, buttercups, and other buttery items. (Mmm, butter!)
In fact, spring has a dark side, as evidenced by the horrifying creatures that have taken over the back yard. Legs1 and Legs2 call them “bunnies.” I call them “terrorists,” and you can see why:
They are ubiquitous, and they leave dozens of really really small landmines—or maybe I mean grenades—everywhere they go.
They have even taken to following me. I’m feeling particularly vulnerable right about now.
This cannot stand, sir. THIS CANNOT STAND! If this is spring, I want winter back.