So I got home to my parents’ house a few hours ago, and immediately went in search of Spooky Marie, our strange, shy little rabbit, in hopes of weedling her into letting me give her a reunion pat. Lo and behold, she seemed to have pulled off a disappearing act above and beyond her usual anti-social tendencies. Search as I might, she was not in or under any of her usual haunts, and all the random cardboard containers scattered throughout the downstairs were unoccupied. The dining room where she spends most of her time is barricaded from the rest of the house with a baby gate in an attempt to protect the bunny from the electronics and the electronics from the bunny (as well as containing the plywood-cardboard decorating scheme to a few rooms) so her absence was rather troubling. In the course of my tracking, I found many droppings in the downstairs bathroom, and eventually discovered her under an arm chair in an upstairs bedroom. I scooped her up and surveyed the mercifully minor damage she had commited since the departure of my aunt the previous day. (The only casualty was a chewed envelope.) Deposited downstairs, she gulped water and made herself uncharacteristically friendly, getting underfoot and seeking petting while we reenforced the gate she had wedged herself through with cardboard panels. Rabbit, what is your deal? We freak you out when we are here and we freak you out more when we vacation. Oh well. I’ll just chalk your temporary neediness up to you missing us and enjoy it while it lasts. At least this way I get to pet you, you weird animal.