Last Wednesday, during the middle of the night, a metal bookend and a 573-page book went crashing from a cabinet on top of my desk, hit Bumble’s carrier (for maximum noise), bounced to the floor and stopped when they hit his litter box. You can see the basic layout in this photo (my desk is on the right side of the poorly-composed picture):
The site of The Incident.
Unfortunately, Bumble was apparently in the litter box when the bookmonster charged at him and tried to eat him, since the litter box was kicked way out of place. Poor Bumble ran for his life, but upon hitting the linoleum by the kitchen, lost control and slammed into a sliding closet door so hard that he knocked it off its track. This is a very sturdy door, so hopefully he hit it with his butt and not his head. We both came running to see if he was okay, but when he’s in the panic state, he doesn’t know who we are, so we just add to the stress.
This is too awful, let’s take a little break:
Bumble in happier times.
So there’s my bunny, he’s hyperventilating, his eyes are bulging, and his whole body is shaking. Finally, he recognizes my voice and lets me pet him. The shaking stops, the eyes start to return to normal, and he accepts a treat. As far as we could tell, he wasn’t hurt at all. It took two more treats to get him back into his room, but he finally went back in, checking everywhere for the bookmonster.
I’ve sworn never to store books like that again. He’s sworn not to hate me for causing The Incident. What was the book that literally scared the crap (he left a trail, poor guy) out of Bumble?
Radical Feminism: a documentary reader. Ed Barbara A. Crow
Bumble’s conclusion: radical feminism is no different than every animal on this planet. It exists to eat rabbits.