Comments on: The Celery Stalks at Midnight

By: Helen

Helen — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 12:02:57 +0000

I had a rabbit. We thought it was a girl until it tried to mate with our guinea pig. It always went for the bigger guinea pig that was more rabbit sized than the other skinnier one. After that we found out it was a boy. Fortunately I’d named it ‘Female Bob’ after the girl from Blackadder. We just switched it to Bobby after the… ah… mating incident.

By: Mollie

Mollie — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 19:38:57 +0000

Maggie, I watched that parody too! XD I made one as well, but it wasn’t as funny as that one.

He’s a really cute bunny, and I love the name. The Great Gatsby was one of those books we read in school that I actually enjoyed.

By: Maggie

Maggie — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 22:57:43 +0000

I have a funny bunny story too. I went to the Rennaisance fair last year, and while I was there I went to see a show with trained carnivorous birds. At one point, the trainer asked the audience, “Would you like to see us bring out a live rabbit into the ring, and then release this bird to hunt it down, grab it in the air, and peck at its inards?”
I could have sworn the some kids were crying and some kids were cheering. I myself had a wierd thought about Bambi and Thumper scampering along when suddenly a hawk swooped down and grabbed Thumper, and Bambi freaked out, “THUMPER!!!”. I told my friend and she burst out laughing because she had seen a spoof of an early Twilight preview where Edward kills the dear, and somebody voiced over “BAMBI!!!” in the background.

By: Gobblinize me!

Gobblinize me! — Wed, 03 Dec 2008 01:49:35 +0000

Well, the worst memories make for the best humorous stories in my experience. (Unless it’s about being hurt REALLY bad; there are sometimes that pain is just not funny.)
I think the coolest rabbit-related thing I ever saw was the komodo dragon being fed at the zoo. They more or less shoved a live rabbit through a doggie door at the opposite side of the cage. It didn’t even have time to register something else was in the cage with it before the dragon got it. I admittedly had nightmares that night, but in the morning I instantly decided I wanted a pet komodo dragon. (This was when we still had Columbine.) For obvious reasons, my parents said no.

By: Jake Forbes

Jake Forbes — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 20:54:36 +0000

Thanks for sharing your story, Gobblinize. Its a great read, if a sad memory. I just posted about my own rabbit breeding experience, and it wasn’t nearly as traumatic as yours. I’ve heard about “rabbit death balls,” but fortunately have never seen one myself. And talk about ironic naming — even more chilling.

By: Gobblinize me!

Gobblinize me! — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 19:05:46 +0000

No, actually, my trauma was not Monty Python related. I had a pet bunny wabbit–as the visiting munchkins called it–as did my brother. My sister had two. My brother’s bunny and my sister’s nice one both died of heat stroke–thanks, Mom– leaving my rabbit and the meanest, most sadistic rabbit on the face of the planet.
Well, since the mean rabbit was a girl, my sister decreed that maybe if we bred her it would in prove her tempermate. So we put my boy bunny in the same cage with Columbine (who was ironically named BEFORE the massacre). The result was we had to save my bunny from Columbine before she killed him which I think she would have done with glee! Which was just as well; she’d probably have eaten her babies.
Well, my bunny froze to death the next winter (or something, he died somehow and I’ve mentally blocked it the memory because I was so upset), but Columbine–horrible, vicious Columbine–survived. My sister would bring her indoors to “socialize” her, but Columbine would scratch and bite anyone she could get at. (This was the rabbit who would growl and lunge at people who walked past her cage.)
Eventually, we managed to tear Columbine out of/off of my sister’s arms and hoisted her off on an unsuspecting home-school family. Heheh.

And THAT, my friends, is why I prefer to admire rabbits from a distance.

By: jess

jess — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 06:10:50 +0000

Maggie: bunnies, just like all companion animals are just as social and nice as their owners put time in to make them. As most people understand cats need socialization, they tend to be treated more as they need to be good friends. Rabbits are less understood (or treated more like meat animals), and so are often not given the right sort of attention to learn that people are chums too.

Gatsby, for whatever reason, is about the sweetest little dude out there. He tries to play with the cats and is pretty chill about exploring the house on his own. He’s nibbled on us a bit, but it’s more like testing things out with this mouth/tongue rather than biting (it doesn’t hurt).

By: Carol Fox

Carol Fox — Tue, 02 Dec 2008 02:31:01 +0000

He does look just like a speckled egg. A fat, snuggly, twitchy-nosed one!

By: Maggie

Maggie — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 14:29:32 +0000

Gobblin, that would have nothing to do with Monty Python: Search for the Holy Grail now would it? Well anyway, he’s not a biter is her, Jake? I’ve always heard from friends with bunnies that they are terrible biters.
I’m suprised you could want anything more than cats. Cats are the best pets in my opinion -once there house-trained. I have a cat that is about 9 years old and I will admit that I might die for this cat. He’s like my adopted son,…if that makes any sense.

By: Gobblinize me!

Gobblinize me! — Mon, 01 Dec 2008 14:05:55 +0000

Bunnies… *laughs nervously and edging away* I have traumatic memories of rabbits. That said…
OMGOSH!!!!!! SO CUTE! I’m okay with this because I don’t have to actually be in the same room with it or clean up its poop everyday and it can’t be mean to me. (Scary rabbit flashbacks…) Cute…