Rabbit Rescue Brandee Style

9:AM Thursday morning: Bunny (Thumpie-Girl we are calling her) is watching as I pull into the driveway. We discuss carrot and broccoli options, but she does not agree to the terms. She makes a run for it, but I will not let her escape me. She runs into a tree trunk, an actual tree trunk with a hole in it. I try to coax her out with a carrot and let her know that in the evening it will drop down to 20 degrees or lower. She laughs at me. I put my hands around her in the tree trunk and gently drag her cranky butt out of there. She is safe at home with all the others, and of course, I am bleeding again from nice bunny scratches. I could never be a hand model.