I stepped out on my front porch on this cold, rainy, extra early (time change) Monday morning to go to work and almost stepped on a little bunny who decided that our doorstep was the appropriate place to take his last little breath. Eww. I certainly hope it's not an indication of the kind of week this is going to be...
When I returned home from work, this is what I found where the poor deceased bunny had been. I put my husband in charge of cleaning up the scene of the crime. Need I say more?
