Ether Bunny

I was enjoying a nice, quiet breakfast on Saturday when the soothing drone of power lawn equipment was pierced by cries of, "Hey, it's the Ether Bunny!"

Or that's what I thought they were saying. Being a rabbit whose internet connection goes over the ether, which is, incidentally, the original medium for the ethernet, I assumed that the children were describing me in terms of the technology I use.

Then, on Sunday afternoon, I saw the kids bopping each other over the head and yelling, "conejo!" At first I thought this must be some odd variant of "Duck, Duck, Goose" (though I have no idea why they'd yell "rabbit!" in Spanish as they hit each other), but then I noticed little bits of colored paper falling from the tops of their heads. Later I saw the remnants of what looked like egg shells, but they were many colors, not just brown and white.

Finally, late Sunday, I saw Gene's comment about this religious festival called "Easter". After a little more research I learned about this rabbit, the Easter Bunny (not the ether bunny), who does, as Gene suggests, leave brightly colored eggs all over the place. But I didn't see anything suggesting that the rabbit actually lays the eggs -- the internet is silent on the issue of where the eggs come from or who decorates them.

I also did a little more research and found out that eggs filled with confetti (bits of colored paper) are called "cascarones" in Spanish. That's close to the Spanish word "conejo", especially when screamed by gringo children. And if I had known about this Easter Bunny business when I'd heard the yells, I probably would have been even more inclined to think they were yelling "conejo!".

There are so many things to learn! I'm already in middle age and I feel like I don't know half of what I should.

Some Good; Some Bad

Like most weeks, this one was so-so. Not great, but not horrible, either.

On the one hand, the lawn cutter is back, so the yummy grasses which have been sprouting are sure to get a trim soon. On the other hand, the grey one took out the cat litter box, so maybe the cats will stop coming around.

Honestly, I don't know why so many yards around here have cat litter boxes. Children find them irresistible and spend a lot of time playing in them — even keeping a lot of toys in them. Yuck! Who wants to play with toys covered in cat piss or to use their bulldozers to move cat turd boulders around the "construction site"? Well, besides kids.

What that? Yes, it's true that I eat my own poop, but that's different. Grasses are very hard to digest and it takes two passes through my system to get the full nutritional value. The soft, greenish ones aren't waste, they're an intermediate step. I don't eat the hard brownish black ones. That would be disgusting!

But as I was saying, it was a pretty average week. Some good; some bad.

PS. A quick shout-out to Fritz, Annabelle, and Carrie over in the Smith's yard. You should be out of the nest by now. If you aren't, you'd better get out soon 'cause Momma's got a squeeze box, Daddy never sleeps at night. (Sorry, they've been playing the oldies station in the back-yard this weekend.)

Changes Afoot?

Yesterday I saw the grey one loading the grass cutter into his truck. Did it break? Or is he getting a new one? I hope he isn't hoping to cut the grass even shorter than it is right now.

There have also been a bunch of men wandering around the back yard lately. They keep making measurements and writing down lots of stuff. I wonder what they're doing? I even heard the long haired one say "rabbit" a couple of times. I hope she's making sure that they don't hurt me when they do whatever it is they're planning on doing.