My boys were transplanting tomato plants into our vegetable garden when they caught the sweetest little thief. After showing him to me, they returned him to his feast because he paid for all with his cuteness and we have enough to spare this year. So says me.
And while I want to snuggle and kiss the bunny, it has somehow renewed my 12-year-old’s interest in keeping rabbits…for meat.
I said, “HOW COULD YOU WANT TO EAT THE BABY BUNNY!”
“Well, they’re tasty. Besides, I don’t want to eat THAT one,” he said, as if that makes it any better.
“What kind of monster are you? Bunnies aren’t for eating!” He doesn’t get it from me.
Look, we already keep chickens for eggs and meat. We process them ourselves. But CHICKENS AREN’T CUTE! and yeah, I’m OK with any apparent hypocrisy you might think you perceive here.