Our neighbor, three houses away in a fairly suburban area, shoots rabbits. In his yard, in other neighbor's yards, probably wherever he sees them. He's a regular Elmer Fudd (thanks to my friend Debbie for that comparison).Except that it's not funny. Not with small kids, particularly mine, around.
I sent him a note, asking him to keep it in his own yard. That's really all I can do because it is legal (really??) as long as you have a permit. What a world.
He responded by saying he would do his best, but that it's an substantial burden given that the rabbits are "wild, could carry disease and any of them could wind up rabid." He went on to say that he has killed 42 over the past six years and that he takes no joy in it whatsoever. He's complained to the city about this "infestation," but has gotten no help because apparently they are too busy with other civic responsibilities, like our water, roads, fighting crime and such. You know, other things we pay taxes for.
Also, to my dismay, some neighbors seem to side with him and others think I am overreacting.
I grew up with hunting. We had guns in our house. I am no gun control crusader.
Guns have no place in my neighborhood.
We will now have to keep our kids under total lock and key so to be sure they don't wander into the next yard looking at a bunny.
Because, unfortunately, it's always rabbit season in my neighborhood.
And that's not funny.
(photo above from Looney Tunes -- how ironic)
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