Some bunny came to visit

Yesterday afternoon I settled in to watch Days of Our Lives, sort laundry and fold clothes while Dylan napped. Elizabeth was playing a Garfield computer game, learning the ABCs and how stupid Odie really is.

While I was in my room straightening up and vacuuming the floor, I remembered that the night before the animals were terribly preoccupied with a piece of wrapping paper that had fallen between my dresser and the wall.
Fearing the worst, I moved the paper....

Crouched there, so still I couldn't tell if it was alive or dead, was a tiny little baby rabbit. Tiny. Size of my fist.

I freaked out. The dog freaked out, grabbed the bunny and started running through the house with him, I assume giving the bunny the tour since he just kept dropping him in various rooms and then chasing him down. The bunny got a nice tour of under the shelf near the entertainment center AND corner of the kitchen.

But most of the bunny's tour took place under my bed and bedside table.

I frantically called Bob.

"I can't come home to get a rabbit. I'm in Concho (an hour's drive away)," he said. "Just let Sawyer get it."

"Ok," I said, broomstick firmly in hand, ready to whack!

Eventually, Sawyer became disinterested and I put a baby gate across our doorway so the dog could come out, but the bunny could not. Quarantined.
Then we waited for Bob.

He came home a few hours later, quickly located the still alive and unharmed bunny and released him to the wild.
But not before we took some pictures of the trespasser!