TIMING: Springtime / Early April / Pre-Ireland LOCATION: Anita's House PARTIES: Anita (@gossipsnake) & Felix (@recoveringdreamer) CONTENT: Animal Abuse (implied) SUMMARY: Anita shoved the bunny in Felix’s face, “Tell it that it is a plague upon my house.”
When your friend messaged you regarding an ‘urgent problem’ in a town like Wicked’s Rest, you tended to come pretty quickly. Felix practically ran all the way to Anita’s house. (Well, okay, they drove. But they ran to and from the truck! And they drove fast!) They weren’t sure what they were expecting upon arrival. Given the recent changes around town, they figured it could be anything. Shrimp cult members or evil sentient mushrooms or…
Bunnies?
Felix slowed their pace as they approached Anita where she stood in the garden, brow furrowed in quiet confusion. There were a lot of bunnies. A substantial amount of bunnies, really. It was, arguably, too many bunnies. But… they were still bunnies. Felix blinked, looking to their friend with a curious tilt of their head. “Um, hey Anita. What, uh… What was so urgent?”
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The changes of seasons in Wickeds Rest usually just meant that there were new and unexpected things around the corner, all of which were not exactly good things. At first, Anita was kind of entertained by the influx of interesting and strange flowers that were growing around town. Some strange seeds had even managed to begin blooming in her own backyard. It was interesting to observe initially, to see how the native plants interacted with their supernatural counterparts. With strange plants, however, came other oddities.
Normally, Anita was in favor of a bit of chaos. But things were getting out of hand… and fast. After all, you know what they say about how rapidly rabbits multiply. They seemed drawn to the strange plants, eating them up very quickly. She had expected that they would all move on once they ate all of the strange plants. Instead, the rabbits seemed to evolve. Some got bigger, some got more… purple? Others got ravenous, it seemed.
First they started going for her garden plants, so Anita set up ethical rabbit deterrents by way of some temporary mesh fencing. The next morning she was shocked to discover that the damned things had chewed straight through the metal. Over the next few days, they managed to eat their way through every deterrent that she had put up. And no matter how many of them she ate… there were always more. They had not only begun to overrun her yard but they had driven her to a level of anger and frustration she could never have expected. Metzli told her that she was overreacting, so Anita texted Felix, hoping that they could help her win this war once and for all.
As they approached, Anita waved her arms around at the hoard of rabbits surrounding her and scattered throughout her yard. “What is so urgent?! This! These fluffy little fuckers have been sent here to torment me. I don’t know if I pissed off some witch and she has cursed me with rabbits or if the forest has just finally turned on me. You need to help me get rid of them. All of them!”
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The rabbits were pretty cute. There was no denying it, even if the jaguar spirit in Felix’s chest looked at the gathering as more of a buffet than a petting zoo. But Anita didn’t look particularly endeared to the rabbits, and it wasn’t really hard to see why. Her yard was certainly a mess… and that was just the parts of her yard Felix could actually see around the wriggling balls of multicolored fuzz scattered around. They could only imagine how the garden looked, especially given the fact that the bunnies outside their own apartment building had eaten an entire dumpster and still seemed hungry after.
Felix offered a sheepish smile as Anita pointed out the obvious, bending down to scoop one of the bunnies into their arms absently. “I don’t think they’re here to torment you specifically,” they insisted, stroking the bunny’s ears. The bunny sniffed at their hand momentarily before sinking its teeth into their finger, eliciting a wince that was punctuated by gently setting it back in the grass. It kept hold of their finger until they physically pried it from its jaws, which certainly seemed stronger than those of the average bunny.
“Okay,” they relented, wrapping their finger in the hem of their shirt the staunch the small amount of bleeding. “Maybe the bunnies are a problem. But they’re better than the reindeer! Right?” At least the bunnies, to Felix’s knowledge, weren’t capable of teleportation. “How do you want to get rid of them? I don’t want to hurt them! They’re just little guys, right? Maybe we could put up a sign.” They might respect a no bunnies allowed rule if pushed. It was at least something to try, right?
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“No, they are. They are a plague that has been cast upon me!” Anita, ever one for the dramatic flair, didn’t want to acknowledge that this was by all indications a town-wide epidemic. She huffed after looking over and seeing them showing affection to one of her tormentors. By that point a significant number of the furry fiends had congregated around Anita’s feet, some of them nipping at the laces of her boots. “Be gone, tiny devils!” She hissed in Spanish as she tried to shoo them away from her so that she could go scold Felix about being nice to the rabbits.
By the time she managed to get over to where he was, however, the horrid creatures had shown their true colors. “Ay! Yes, there absolutely is a bunny problem! At least the reindeer didn’t seem to multiply at an alarming rate.” It was no surprise that Felix wanted to take a somewhat pacifist approach to eradicating the problem. Anita knew them well enough by now to know that despite what that contract required of them, they were not an inherently violent person.
“A sign?” She gaped, taken aback by how simultaneously simple and ridiculous that plan was. “These evil little cottontails have eaten through metal fences. Even if they could understand a sign, I’m sure they would just eat it and then continue their path of destruction.” Admittedly, unfortunately, Anita did not have any more helpful suggestions. “You don’t want to hurt it, but they clearly have no qualms harming you,” she noted gesturing towards the small bloodstain on the hem of his shirt. “But, fine, if we can come up with a way to chase them off for good that doesn’t involve harming them… I’ll entertain the idea.” Looking around, she tried to see if there was any part of her yard they seemed more drawn to than others. “There has to be something that they don’t like. Something that would send them off to torment someone else.”
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“Anita…” Felix tried to keep the amusement from their tone, but it was difficult to do. She was being pretty dramatic about the bunnies — her reaction seemed more akin to something out of their mother’s telenovelas than a genuine response to something happening in real life. Though this all seemed a little far fetched, even for a telenovela. To Felix’s knowledge, none of those had ever shown bunnies to be a dangerous adversary.
Maybe they should have, though. It was hard to deny, as they wrapped their bleeding finger in their shirt, that there was an issue here. But as far as Felix was concerned, the bunnies weren’t at fault here. There must have been something that caused all this and, if Felix had to guess, it was something human. The goo was probably caused by the human mining efforts, the reindeer were probably caused by humans’ tendency to feed wild animals even when they must have known they shouldn’t. The bunnies probably had some human source, too. Maybe they used to be domesticated and had been released into the wild by someone no longer willing to take care of them, like those people who released alligators into the sewers. Either way, the bunnies certainly weren’t to blame. “That’s just what bunnies do, though! It’s a whole, um, a whole thing people say. You know, ‘like bunnies.’” They lowered their voice a little at that, as if worried about the possibility of offending the bunnies in question.
Anita didn’t seem to love the idea of a sign and, Felix had to admit, it was probably a bit of a far-fetched thing. After all, rabbits, to their knowledge, couldn’t read English. They might respect a drawing of a rabbit with a cross through it, though that would need to be tested and Felix wasn’t sure Anita had the patience for it. Deterring them in other ways might be easier. Felix scanned the garden carefully, brows furrowed until… “Hey, it looks like they don’t really like those peppers?”
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Logically, because there was part of her brain that did operate on logic, Anita knew that she was overreacting. Had it been someone else she invited over to help her, someone who did more than gently say her name as an indication that she should calm down, she likely would have dug her heels in and become stubborn. Maybe that was why she had called Felix in the first place - subconsciously perhaps she was craving a more docile energy to talk her down. Not that she would dare admit that outloud.
“Yes, yes, I know. Fucking like bunnies. I like fucking as well, you little shits, you don’t see me overpopulating the world with a million rattlesnakes!” Bending down to again try and chase off several of the rabbits who were trying to chew on her shoes, Anita allowed herself to partially shift so that she could emit a fervent rattling noise that did manage to cause the bunnies in their immediate vicinity to scatter off.
“That is my habanero patch.” It made sense that they would avoid that area, their tiny bunny taste buds likely could not handle the spice level. “But I cannot replace my entire garden with habaneros. Maybe we can drizzle a border of hot sauce around the property!” The excitement of the idea faded quickly as logic seeped back in, “No, the stupid things will just jump over the sauce and carry on with their destruction. And we cannot drizzle sauce on the other plants because that will kill them.” Anita reached down and picked up the first rabbit that returned to where they were standing and held it up towards her face, but not close enough that it could try and bite her, “I hate you, you evil rodent. You are a plague upon my house.” She then turned the creatures towards Felix, “Tell it that it is a plague upon my house.”
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With an almost panicked bulge to their eyes, Felix glanced to the bunnies as if trying to gauge whether or not they were offended by Anita’s remarks. They didn’t seem to mind but Felix, to be fair, was hardly an expert in deciphering the emotional state of rabbits. Maybe the rabbits were offended. Maybe that offense would spell even worse news for Anita’s garden, which would doubtlessly make Anita lose more and more patience with them. Felix tried to communicate silently to the bunnies that they shouldn’t press their luck. One of them met their eye and munched absently on the grass. Felix sighed.
“Anita,” they protested, flushing a little as she spoke of her attitude towards fucking. “Some of these rabbits are probably babies. You shouldn’t say things like that in front of them.” Her rattle seemed to spook them, but Felix doubted the rabbits would stay away for very long. They seemed far too interested in the garden, with the exception of the pepper plants.
“Maybe we could… make a moat? But instead of water, it would be hot sauce or habanero plants! Maybe the smell of it would turn them away?” There had to be some solution with the spice, didn’t there? If the rabbits were only uninterested in spicy things, there had to be some way to use spicy things to their advantage. They were still trying to come up with a solution when Anita knelt down to pick up a rabbit, holding it out for them to speak to. Felix’s expression softened the moment they laid eyes on the bunny. “I don’t think you’re a plague,” they whispered to the rabbit. “I think you’re a cute little guy. Please stop eating plants.”
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Anita sighed, although she was not surprised when her friend refused to call the rabbit names. It wouldn’t solve the problem anyway but it might have made her feel better, even if just for a fleeting second. They were just bunnies after all, would it kill them to say one slightly rude thing about them? “A hot sauce moat would be unsightly, even if it would solve the problem.” The only potential benefit to it would be the possibility of some bunnies falling into and meeting an unexpectedly fiery doom. But she didn’t share that thought with Felix, she knew they wouldn’t like it. “Besides, people already talk about me for having built this house. They say the style is out of place for this region. Imagine if I added a hot sauce moat? I cannot be a walking stereotype.”
Still holding the furry fiend captive, Anita proceeded towards the habanero patch hoping that proximity would help her come up with an effective solution. “If the peppers are the only thing they avoid, then they have to be the answer.” Getting lost in her brainstorm, she accidentally let the bunny wiggle a bit too close to her hand and it didn’t waste its opportunity to take a bite. Anita immediately dropped the creature and rattled off a string of Spanish curse words as she shook her hand - as if the motion would somehow alleviate the pain.
“That thing. That thing you just called cute,” she reminded Felix. Now, more than ever, she was determined to find a way to rid her life of these menaces. “Okay, if we cannot build a moat. Maybe we can… dispense hot sauce at them some other way.” If they had been in some sort of cartoon that would have been the moment a lightbulb would have appeared over her head as she turned to Felix with a grin, “Sprinklers!”
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“It might look kind of cool,” Felix replied, even though it wouldn’t. Moats, in general, weren’t a great landscaping decision. They probably made your property pretty prone to flooding, and Felix wasn’t sure how the moat being filled with hot sauce would affect that kind of thing but they had a feeling it wouldn’t go great. Plus, Anita would need to find a way to navigate around said moat herself, and Felix wasn’t sure how to build a drawbridge. “I think your house is cool,” they replied, a little offended that anyone would suggest otherwise. It was cool that Anita built a home to reflect her heritage. Felix respected her for it immensely. But… she might have had a point about the hot sauce moat.
Felix watched Anita move towards the pepper patch, content to observe her thought process and offer up commentary only when necessary. They winced as the bunny she was holding bit her hand, rubbing their own bunny-related injury absentmindedly. “I don’t know if normal bunnies bite,” they said, though it wasn’t exactly helpful information. They already knew that these bunnies weren’t normal bunnies. Normal bunnies didn’t do things like this.
“It is still cute!” They felt a little defensive of the bunny, in spite of everything. “Look at its ears, come on.” The ears twitched as if in response, and Felix couldn’t help but sigh in the bunny’s direction. Their attention was pulled away only when Anita spoke again, and they turned back towards her, snapping their fingers and pointing excitedly. “Sprinklers!” They repeated. “Sprinklers are a good idea!”
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Anita smiled softly at their comment, feeling a small sense of pride in the acknowledgement of how cool her house was. It genuinely did not bother her that others may have thought her house didn’t fit in, rather Anita liked that she did not fit in. “I do not fault the thing for biting,” she conceded a bit reluctantly. “It was an animal and I was holding it. I would bite someone if they were holding me and I did not want to be held, too.” The normal infestation of wildlife, pests, and predators was part of the natural food chain of any ecosystem and environment. Not only did Anita understand that but she had a deep respect for it. But inherent in those food chains was balance.
Any element, even tiny bunny rabbits, could become a danger to that balance. And these rabbits posed a danger in their numbers - as well as their unique ability to drive an apex predator like Anita nearly to her breaking point. “It’s ears are not cute. Nothing about them is cute. I can’t even shift in my own home anymore, Felix! All I can hear is their insistent clucking… thumping… scurrying… grinding… gnawing. The gnawing. They never stop eating. Do you know what hundreds of rabbits constantly eating through everything, including metal, sounds like with my hearing?”
But there was no time to dwell on it all. Sprinklers, that had to be the solution. “We can set up a perimeter around the garden. I have an absurd amount of supplies in the shed. Point them outwards, that way they won’t spray on any of my plants. I think I have some that can be set to trigger by motion.” Anita was working things out in her mind as she started walking across the lawn to the shed, wondering how long this would even be sustainable. Wondering how long this plague of bunnies would go on for. “Maybe we can InstaCart several hundred bottles of hot sauce while we set things up? Because I am not spending hours of my time making mi abuelo’s habanero sauce only to spray it on these intruders.”
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Anita relented at last, admitting that the rabbit was just an animal who’d behaved as animals did, and Felix wondered if all shifters felt this kind of kinship with their more ‘wild’ cousins. They’d always felt a certain level of connection to the animals in the woods, but part of them had assumed that was, in part, due to the time they’d spent more or less living among them in their father’s secluded house. The idea that Anita might feel the same was comforting, in a way; some quiet reassurance that Felix wasn’t an outlier, that they were normal, that they were doing something right. After all, being like Anita couldn’t possibly be bad, could it? “They’re probably scared,” they commented, looking at the rabbits. None of them looked particularly afraid, but how could they not be? The world was so big, and they were so small. How could they not be scared all the time?
Still, there was something to be said about strength in numbers, and the rabbits certainly had that. There was a certifiable army of them here, all ready to march upon Anita’s garden as if it was a battlefield. And maybe it was stressful, but Felix let out a little laugh, anyway. “But when they eat, it’s — have you seen their teeth? Anita, their teeth are cute, too.” Still, they understood how stressful the sound of it could be. “I think… something happened to them. You know? They’re not supposed to be this way. I feel bad for them.” Being something you weren’t meant to be — a bunny munching metal, a gentle soul in a fighting ring — was never very fun.
With a plan in place, Felix was happy to go along with Anita’s instructions. They followed her towards the shed, helping to pull out a few of the supplies she’d mentioned as she spoke. “How many do you think we’ll be able to get? I’m not sure how much the stores carry. And, um, which kind? I think — I mean, I really like the green stuff.”
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It felt good to have a plan, even if Felix kept dragging on and on about how cute they thought the rabbits were. Maybe they were poisoning Felix somehow. Using cursed bunny magic to manipulate them into being so enthralled by their fluffy nature that they didn’t even realize the evil beneath the surface. Oh, poor sweet Felix. Anita was more determined than ever to rid her home of these demons. Pulling out hoses and funnels, tubes and spouts and throwing them into piles on the lawn, the plan was coming together with about as much haphazard foresight as most of Anita’s plans did.
“Yes, good idea. The green kind is quite delicious.” Anita paused from her efforts of digging around for supplies in the shed as she pulled out her phone. “I will just place several orders from all of the stores around town. We’ll get all of the green stuff that they have.” Several clicks of the screen later, four different InstaCart drivers were tasked with delivering Anita nearly 500 bottles of various types of green hot sauce. She wondered if that would be enough.
The cursed cottontails had already begun to congregate around the supplies that Anita was fishing out of the shed, and she let out another rattle to chase them off. “Okay, we need to set up the hoses and sprinkler heads in a perimeter. Make sure it's all tightly connected. If one section fails then the beasts can get through.” Ideally, they could get all of this set up by the time their calvary of hot sauce arrived. Maybe tonight would be the night that Anita would exact her saucy revenge.
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Felix was glad that Anita seemed to know what to do with the hoses and tubes she was pulling from the shed, because they had no idea how to untangle it all themself. It all seemed very complex, and they hoped Anita knew how to put it all together without much help or that she understood well enough to give instructions that Felix would be able to follow. This plan hinged on the sprinklers being set up properly, didn’t it? The bunnies would never be scared off by faulty sprinklers.
Deciding to trust that Anita knew what she was doing, Felix focused instead on the more important matter of green hot sauce. “Don’t get the white people brand,” they said quickly. “It’s not as hot, and it probably won’t scare the bunnies off.” They looked over her shoulder as she purchased the hot sauce, nodding in approval. “This is going to work,” they said confidently. “This is going to be good.”
With the hot sauce ordered, it was time to get to work setting up the sprinklers. Felix followed the instructions Anita gave them — thankfully, it wasn’t quite as complicated as they’d first feared — and assisted in the construction of the sprinkler system, placing the valves in a careful perimeter around the yard. By the time they were finished, the first InstaCart driver was pulling up, looking… monumentally confused, but with bags and bags of hot sauce in hand. Felix grinned and waved to the man, who lifted a hand in a perplexed wave back.
“Delivery for… Antia?” He squinted at the name.
“Anita,” Felix corrected. “That’s her!” They pointed to Anita.
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“Yes, of course this will work,” Anita echoed with equal confidence. Why wouldn’t it? The system seemed foolproof. It wasn’t like it was advanced mechanical engineering. It was setting up some hoses, a few sprinkler heads, motion sensor detectors, and a central source for the sprinklers to pool hot sauce from. How hard could it all be? As they started to set things up, a rhythm developed, and it felt like things were falling into place. Anita regularly emitted a soft rattle to chase off the rabbits, to keep them from messing up the system that she and Felix were building, but it seemed like they were starting to catch on that the rattle did not come with any real consequences… not yet anyway.
Just as the first driver arrived, carrying several bags full of hot sauce up the path towards the back of the house just like the instructions from the app told him to do, Anita’s phone dinged indicating that the second driver was ‘arriving soon.’ “Yes, I am Anita,” She confirmed as she approached the delivery guy, having just finished setting up the last motion sensor. “I hope you only brought the green hot sauces. I specifically said no substitutions.” She examined the bags, pleased to see that there were no bottles of red sauce in sight. That would just ruin the aesthetics at this point. Turning back to the man with a grin, she nodded, “5 stars, thank you.”
As that man was leaving, the next driver was walking up, seeming to be confused by the fact that someone else had just dropped off hot sauce. “Uhhh I also have a delivery for,” the girl paused, recognizing Anita and stiffening up a bit, “Professor Nieves? Sorry I didn’t realize that you lived here,” Anita didn’t have time for distractions, especially not from B- students. “Yes, yes, thank you for the prompt delivery. Very urgent hot sauce situation here to attend to. I’ll see you in class on Monday.”
“This is only half of it,” Anita noted to Felix as she looked down at her phone to track where the last two orders were. “They are coming from the next town over, but I think we can start emptying these bottles into the reservoir bins while we wait.” Anita reached into one of the bags and took the top off the first bottle she grabbed, giving the sauce a taste test. “Good call avoiding the white people brands. Would have just diluted the whole batch.” She extended the bottled towards Felix, offering him a taste before they got started on the next phase.
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Anita seemed confident in the inevitability of the plan’s success, and Felix decided to trust in that. They didn’t think she’d ever really steered them wrong before, and they doubted she’d start on it now, either. If Anita was certain, Felix would be, too. They’d solve the bunny problem without spilling any bunny blood. (They would be spilling a pretty large amount of hot sauce, but… Well, that was probably fine. It was green hot sauce. The grass was green. That probably meant it was all natural.)
The first of the hot sauce was arriving, and Felix stood by as Anita greeted the drivers. One was apparently a student of hers — something Felix found utterly fascinating — but there was no time to focus on that. There were sprinklers to assemble and bunnies to scare, and that kind of thing demanded full attention.
Taking the bottle Anita offered to him, Felix facilitated their own taste test, nodding in approval at the pleasant burn that coated his tongue. “I think it should definitely scare the bunnies off,” they agreed, grabbing another bottle from the shopping bag and getting to work filling the reservoir bins. It was a slow process. The hot sauce moved at a less rapid pace than water would have, for obvious reasons concerning thickness. By the time they’d emptied all the bottles they had, more drivers had arrived with the rest. Felix took those, too, pouring them in with the rest little by little.
After what felt like ages, the last bottle was empty and the reservoir bins were definitely full. Felix let out a satisfied sigh, nodding their head as they observed the setup. “Okay,” they announced, clapping their hands together. “Time to turn it on. Right?”
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As the final deliveries of hot sauce arrived, with Felix diligently working on emptying them all into the bins, Anita walked the perimeter that they had set up making sure to get all of the rabbits outside of the garden and ensure all of the hose and nozzle connections were tight and secure. After all of the hot sauce was poured into the reservoir bin, Anita took a moment to run the experiment through in her head. The demon rodents hated the habaneros. The sauce was made from habaneros, along with some other peppers. They would come near the garden and get sprayed away with the hot sauce. Eventually, hopefully, they would learn to just avoid her house entirely.
Smiling over at Felix, feeling confident and hopeful about this infestation for the first time since it had begun, Anita nodded. “Yes, time to turn it on.” If this didn’t work she genuinely did not know what her next plan would be. Felix joked, noting how cute the bunnies were and how she was being a bit dramatic about the whole situation. And sure, maybe she was. But Anita deserved to be able to live in her true form in her own home and the constant chewing, munching, crunching of these rabbits was driving her mad.
Standing near the edge of the sprinkler perimeter, Anita took a deep breath as she waited for the first bunny to approach. Which did not take long, these critters were persistent she’d give them that. As the bunny hopped closer Anita could hear the system start to click on and she looked back at Felix with a wide grin, “Sounds promising!” As the bunny got in range of the motion sensor, however, the noises that the system started making sounded less and less promising. The cottontail kept hopping closer without being doused in hot sauce and Anita felt every ounce of hope she previously had begun to drain from her body.
Deciding to inspect the system, Anita took a step forward to try and see if something was blocking the nearest sprinkler. Before she was able to get very close, as she and the lone bunny stood on opposite sides of the sprinkler system, the hose popped out of its connection to the nozzles and unloaded what seemed to be the entire reservoir bin of hot sauce onto Anita. She gasped as the first drops made contact, a critical mistake that resulted in her accidentally inhaling some of the sauce. It burned, a not-so-pleasant burn, which caused her to start coughing.
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This was going to work. Felix could feel it, the hope building with each bottle of hot sauce poured into the reservoir. Anita seemed to share the optimism, something that made Felix all the happier. Anita didn’t tend to be the optimistic sort, so seeing that she thought the plan was a good one made Felix that much more confident that it would work. It was hard to imagine a world in which it wasn’t successful, really; their logic was sound. The rabbits hated the peppers. There were peppers in hot sauce. Ergo… the rabbits would avoid the hot sauce. Anita’s grass might suffer a bit, but no more than it would have being trampled by tiny, rabbit feet.
At Anita’s instruction, Felix switched on the sprinkler system, holding their breath as they waited for the sprinklers to come to life. And waited. And… there was a bunny. Crap.
“Is it clogged?” They leaned down, inspecting the switch. Unaware that Anita was doing her own inspection across the lawn, Felix tapped on the hose. They picked it up and gave it a small shake, hoping to dislodge any obstructions. And it must have worked, because they heard something pop at the other end. Grinning, Felix straightened up, turning to look at Anita…
Only to find her utterly soaked in bright green hot sauce.
Frantic, Felix fumbled with the controls. They intended to turn the sprinkler off, but they briefly turned the nozzle in the wrong direction, intensifying the stream. “Crap! Sorry!” They fumbled again, this time turning the nozzle off entirely. The stream of green died down, and Anita stood in the midst of the mess. At her feet, the lone bunny who had approached remained.
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Anger fumed within Anita as she stood there on the edge of her garden, drenched in green hot sauce. None of her anger was directed towards Felix, whom she could hear apologizing in the distance. This was the dark magic of the bunnies, it had to be. As she caught her breath, the coughing subsiding, she tried to keep her head down to prevent the hot sauce from dripping down into her eyes. Hopping into her view was the single white rabbit who had been taunting her, the one who somehow caused the sprinkler system to malfunction.
The rabbit seemed unphased by the smell of the hot sauce and didn’t seem to mind moving through the puddles of it in the lawn as it drew closer to Anita. She felt like it was taunting her but before she could even do anything to shoo it away, it hopped right next to her and began to lick the hot sauce off the top of her shoes. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” She screamed out before turning and storming off towards the house. “I am going to shower for several hours, please see yourself out.” She said to Felix as she passed by them. The bunnies had declared war as far as she was concerned. While this may have been a battle lost, Anita was going to find a way to come out victorious.
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