In late July 2000, Marcus and I were living out of the Eastern Plains of Colorado in a small town called Byers. Marcus had to leave for work before I did (it was in the middle of the night, actually) and he comes back in to tell me there is a rabbit under my car. Um, we lived by a huge field full of rabbits, so what was so special about this? It was a domesticated rabbit. I spent an hour out there trying to catch it, but to no avail. I needed sleep, so I told her, "Fine, you don't want me to help you, let the coyotes eat you." (I didn't really mean it, I was tired.)
When I left to go to work, no sign of the rabbit anywhere. I felt a twang of guilt, but what could I do? When I got home, I stopped in my garden to grab a zucchini for dinner. There was a horrible thunderstorm underway--lots of loud thunder. I pulled back a leaf to pull a zuch and there is the bunny, cowering in fear of the storm in my garden!
I scooped her up and took her in the house. Marcus and I let her stay in the bathroom and I told him I'd find her a home as soon as I could. I promised him I wouldn't get another rabbit after I had to have my previous one put to sleep. He got attached, though, so we got her a cage. She's the 2nd one from the right in the picture above. Marcus' favorite movie at the time was The Matrix, so he named her Trinity.
to be continued...
Name: LaDonna
