
6th grade lunch is for cannibal rabbits
April 23, 2019
The summer before sixth grade my family moved. Again. This time to Hawaii.
Obviously we couldn’t take the rabbits, but that was okay since we were getting a little sick of them and the way one of them kept having babies and the other one kept eating them. The hutch where they lived looked like a major crime scene most mornings. My dad said they’d gone feral. Nobody went into the backyard anymore. They ran the place. I have a picture in my head of my sister standing up in a patch of chard, her index finger pointing straight out with a rabbit attached to it by his teeth. It seems likely that there was a lot less blood than...