Blub

I am a Sylvilagus Floridanus, not a Leptodactylus somethingorother! In other words, I'm not a bloody frog! In fact, I'm not any sort of amphibian. I am an Eastern Cottontail — a rabbit.

One of the reasons I picked this particular yard, besides the strong Wi-Fi signal, is because they have neither dogs nor cats nor pool. Not that I have anything against dogs or cats or pools. Let's just say that I'm not in the habit of hanging around with critters that want to have me for dinner. Notice, please, that I didn't say that they want to have me over for dinner, they want to have me for dinner.

But I digress. We were talking about not being amphibian. Pools take up a lot of a backyard, and what isn't taken up by pool and deck is usually given over to some low maintenance garden. The plants in such gardens are sometimes good places to hide or to raise babies, but not so good for eating. And since I am not, as I've said, an amphibian, the pool holds no other attraction for me.

So I found this nice backyard with lots of yummy grass, no dogs or cats, and a fence to provide protection against dogs and most (lazy) cats.

And then what happens?

It rains. A lot. 3½ inches. I thought this was Texas. I thought we were in a drought. 3½ inches isn't a friggin' drought!

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5. Sorry 'bout that. I'm trying to calm down now. 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10. There. Deep breath. Yes, I'm much more prone to rapid breathing, but I'm trying.

You see, as I've said before, I'm not an amphibian. Come to think of it, I'm not a duck, either. But the past day or so has definitely been frog and duck weather. I'm cold. I'm wet. I'm not happy.

But the sun has come out today and I'm hopeful that I'll be dry and warm soon.