What about the place that we call home?

I was sitting in the dining room, minding my own business, for real, and the kids come in bearing a Speed Racer helmet. I thought, GRAND, they are putting the helmet up, because that's the right thing to do, putting your freaking toys up instead of asking me a hundred bazillion times where your toy is whenever I don't happen to be the one who plays with it. But no, the helmet had contents. 6 teeny bunnies. Thankfully, said bunnies had fur, but their little eyes are still closed and their tails are very tucked and have I mentioned how terribly small they are? So I read up about it, hours after the fact, and discover that the mama bunnies pretty much always abandon the wee bunnies until night falls, when she returns to feed them. Not the best of parenting in my humble opinion, but it does have the element of keeping the rabbit population down, eh?

To be fair, my beloved Hammer was trying to eat one of the bunnies, and that is the reason why my children felt the need to touch said bunnies under the guise of a heroic rescue mission. I frantically tried to figure out what to do with the bunnies and putting them back was deemed the best answer, along with taking my beloved Hammer out in the front for his potty breaks for a few days at least. The following morning, one bunny has left the nest and not survived the night. The children blame me, for if I hadn't decreed the bunny babbits be re-nested, the one named Geek would have survived the night. The mama rabbit has clearly not made it back to the nest (could it be the stray outdoor cat population???). We brought the teeny bunny babbits back inside, fed them warm goat's milk and left them alone all day. So far, no more deaths. Tomorrow is another day.