I have a garden. Never mind what's in it, not your business. ♥♥♥♥ you.

Now that I'm done with my faggoty little life story, here's the point: I've got a rabbit problem. That insufferable little ♥♥♥♥♥♥ thinks it can eat my ♥♥♥♥.

Revenge time.

It's not hard to trap a rabbit. You get a cage that shuts when the brainless little ♥♥♥♥ wanders into it for a snack. What's hard as ♥♥♥♥ is to figure out is what that rabbit cares about.

I waited up for it. It came out a little past midnight and I was careful not to scare it. Go ahead! Chew that ♥♥♥♥ up! Hop on home at your leisure! You'll see what happens.

I followed it. It got away from me 4 times on 4 nights before I found its home... and its wife or whatever rabbits have.

Two cages, two rabbits. First night. Easy. Stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.

Those rabbits were not happy. They didn't like being caged. I kept them warm and safe though, and even bought them rabbit food... and another rabbit. A male rabbit.

I asked the girl at the store if there was one that stuck out as being dominant -- the jerk of the group. A rabbit alpha.

When I threw that hulking, ill-mannered, floppy-eared pet-store reject in with that bastard rabbit's beloved and he had to watch her precious little bunny puss hole get stuffed again and again by the biggest, baddest tough-guy jerkoff of a rabbit that I could find, it made him jump and chew his cage and freak out like only desperate jealousy could.

I kept them. He had to watch them have babies. 3 litters, before I decided enough was enough.

Take that, you little ♥♥♥♥♥♥.