The readership might not think that looks like a domestic terrorist, but I promise you, it is.
This animal is essentially trying to eat our entire house, despite being (self-limited) to one room (she will not cross the threshold of the living room, which apparently indicates the end of the earth to the bunny).
Perhaps she's just practicing self-control. Perhaps she won't venture out into other parts of the house until her Work is done here in the living room.
|House Protector II surveys|
the end of the earth
She has eaten both of their loincloths and most of the hair on the one that has hair.
I'd call the Humiliation and Sexual Enslaving of the House Protectors the bunny's greatest exploit.
|Cuckolded House Protector I|
Your humble hostess enjoys those proceedings immensely.
The bunny's other big project involves the table next to where I usually sit. We have essentially conceded this table to the bunny, which she furiously gnaws at like a pint-sized power tool.
Despite how much wood is associated with said side table, I'm pretty sure one day, whilst the Goat and I lounge in the sweet velvet of the morning sipping coffee, I shall set my mug upon the table in order to type a missive on my laptop and the whole thing will clatter to the ground.
And the bunny will silently glare at us, vindicated.
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