My housemate's rabbit hates me now. She has two - a five-year-old neurotic English Spot and a three-month-old Netherland Dwarf. I like the 'bad brown bunny' better for her feistiness, but tonight she got out of her owner's bedroom after said human had gone to sleep (for the second night in a row, may I add) and was investigating my place. Now, I don't mind her presence per se, since she's cleaner than the old boy, but this is a rabbit who thinks she's a puppy - chews on everything. The week after we all moved in together, she chewed some of the plastic off my Alien action figure, which was on the floor since this was before I had furniture. Which could be a new addition to the Alien saga - Lagomorph vs. Xenomorph. Also, I'm trying to write some serious emails. So I tried to halau her.

Have you read Watership Down and loved it, but been unable to imagine creatures as fluffy and inoffensive-looking as rabbits snarling ferociously while cuffing and biting each other to the bone? Well, just try chasing an alarmed and sulky bunny out of your room in the middle of the night. You'll get the General Woundwort experience, all right.

Long ago
The yellow-hammer sang
He sang near a litter that the doe brought out to play...

That book has some of the best poetry-in-novel I've ever read. I used to recite Hyzenthlay's poem a lot after my first (and only, to date) romantic relationship broke up - on top of which it was the middle of winter, an abysmally dark season in Wisconsin.