143. The Scourge of Langley, Fluffy Bunnies

There is a sort of softness that goes with a city overrun by these creatures, casually roaming the sidewalks. An appeal. I felt… understood. Welcomed. Warmed.

Kwami was particularly intrigued.  As we drove down the hill toward Langley, Whidbey Island, there were several furry friends having lunch in the grass.  Rather, lunch was the grass.  The rabbits ranged in color from beige to taupe to black, definitely not the wild variety.

I have visited Langley, WA, but I have never experienced this before!  I spent some time lamenting about the care of domestic rabbits gone wild.  They often suffer and starve in the winter, not inherently created for our landscape.  I mused that perhaps they were city props, fixed before release, fed in the winter.  

There is a sort of softness that goes with a city overrun by these creatures, casually roaming the sidewalks.  An appeal.  I felt… understood.  Welcomed.  Warmed.

Two brown fluffy bunnies on the grass in Langley, WA, USA.
Langley Fluffy Bunnies

Upon investigation when we returned home, I found an NBC piece titled “Hundreds of Bunnies Plague Langley”.  Plagued?  Really?  In 2015, they didn’t know what the word plague meant.  Apparently, city residents wanted to (or maybe did) unleash the raptors.  Maybe there are raptors we could unleash on Covid 19, a presidential suggestion coming soon.

There had been an escape from the fair internment camps.  The rabbits plotted in the night.  Jail break.  And now, they are very successfully taking over, free roaming the island, breeding at will.

The Scourge.  I’m having trouble with this horrible plague.  Maybe I can’t take their happy little hops or their fluffy little tails or the vigorously wiggling noses all that seriously.  Worst case scenario… “there’s very good eatin’ on one of these, you know.”  (Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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