El Yo and I slept downstairs in the basement Thursday night, because Vermont is suffering a heat wave, and the elder--I'm sorry, "active"--bunnies were hogging the one working air conditioner.

Neo and his new adorable (and utterly insane) bonded-rabbit-mate Trishelle have already taken up residence in the basement, because it's better safe than sorry, and I'm paranoid enough that if it gets above 60 degrees (F) I start stashing fluffbutts in the freezer. So there we all were: me, El Yo, Neo, his crazy (but hot!) ladybunny Trishelle, and just the one futon. Turns out, five a.m. is the perfect time for rabbits to throw off their shyness and attack the humans. Or as El Yo put it:

El Yo: I just couldn't get to sleep.
me: Neo didn't get up until 5, sir.
El Yo: that was so funny. They're all totally skittish and afraid, but come 5 am, it's all "SO WAHT DOES A FACE SMELL LIKE!? HUH!???"
me: I know! Shy rabbit is suddenly like "They lie down and not moving? NOW'S MY CHANCE." Did you get thoroughly sniffed, sir?
El Yo: totally.

You know you want pets.