Anne called me at work last week with some earth-shattering news.
"There's a bunny rabbit in our backyard." I got home as quick as I could.
Minutes went to hours on our deck as we watched the little fella just nestle down in the middle of our lawn (which did admittedly need a mow).
Finally I said to Anne, "Go see if you can pick him up".
So failure on the petting level, but the rabbit did return to the center of our lawn.
Later as I prepared to go to bed, I had to take one last look.
Flashlight activated, I ran the beam over the yard, prison movie style. There he was, big black eye looking back at me.
Unfortunately my Colditz interrogation freaked him out, and off he hopped.