you have any enemies?"
kind of odd to be asked this question by three completely
divergent people in the same day. But when I recounted my
morning at work, to friends on the phone, and online, all
came to the same question.
John was leaving on a work trip that morning, and I was driving
him to the airport. We were leaving earlier than I'd normally
leave for work, to ensure he would be at the airport on time.
That morning the light burned out in the shower. I thought
"Gee, that seems pretty ominous". But bah... Our
shower has black marbleized walls — evidence that the
house addition was constructed in the late 80's. Without a
light in the ceiling, it's a bit hard to see in the shadowy
We soldiered on, he and I showering in the dark of a January
morning, and half-asleep. He packed as I showered, and by
the time I was dressed, he was pouring coffee. We put on our
coats, I opened the front door and I learned my body was faster
than my brain.
I shrieked and jumped back before even registering there was
a dead rabbit on the doorstep.
A shriek and jump are my pitiful automatic responses to unexpectedly
encountering dead animals in my path. Like a mouse in a pile
of laundry, or once, under my bare foot.
However, I usually then get John to take care of the damn
thing. This day, we were already running behind. As John started
looking for rubber gloves, I said "we don't have time...
you'll miss your flight." And so it was decided that
dead was dead. The rabbit would remain untouched in its puzzling
place until I returned from work... to a large empty home...
to dispose of a suspicious dead rabbit after a very long day
Over the day, as I recounted the story to co-workers, I pieced
together possibilities as to why the rabbit would end up at
I've seen dead rabbits in the area before. One morning I saw
the horror of an injured one hopping in a panic and pain around
our yard. I'd seen evidence of its demise a few days later
in our shrubbery.
I'd seen rabbits spread across the pavement just out front
of our house, obviously from poor road crossing skills. For
such a small creature, its blood can be spread over a surprisingly
large portion of the road.
Had this particular rabbit been dead on our front yard, or
somewhere else on our property that I’d almost step
on it, such as by the driver's side door of the car, I might
have thought it was from the foxes I'd seen in the area.
If we had dogs, I would have assumed it was caught and presented
to us. It was torn apart visibly, but there was still a substantial
amount of flesh on it. If a wild animal had caught it for
food, why would it leave it in a place so frequently traversed
In the image below (rollover to get a full view) shows the
only way it could have been closer is if it had been on our
mat, physically against our front the door.
At the end of the day, I returned home, and had the presence
of mind to take a couple pictures. The head was still attached,
but mostly disconnected.
Then, after scooping up the rabbit, and disposing of it, I
came inside, washed my hands (though I never touched the thing)
and gave Inkblot and Rory a box of raisins each.