WAG - Little Bunny Fru Fru
Hopping Past the Dryers
I had to get up early this morning for a Res Life student staff/custodial department get together breakfast at 8 a.m. Monday is one of my sleep-in days, but I was sure to be up for the meal of orange juice and mini-muffins.
Exiting my room, I found a strange note on my door: There's a little rabbit in the laundry room. 9/22
Being tired, fuzzy, and a little incredulous I reread the message. The review didn’t tell me anything new, though I did come to a conclusion this wasn’t a dream.
Quickly I weighed the meaning of the message. Either a) a concerned person wished to let me know a poor bunny was trapped in the laundry room or b) someone was pulling a funky prank.
I was torn between the two options. I’d gone to bed early last night so there was ample opportunity for strange messages to be written on my board. I have had some comments written on my door. My personal favorite stupid comment was when I’d written “Out” on my door last week when my parents were visiting and residents changed it too “Out drinking” – and wanted to know if my parents had read my door.
Anyway, I went to Pershing and checked out the laundry room. The doors were propped open early – due to the meeting – so I was able to do a quick check. I walked back and forth amongst the washers, whistled (as if the rabbit would come scampering like a faithful dog), and checked the dryers before declaring the room “rabbit free.”
I mentioned the fact to my Hall Coordinator as well as other staff members, who also thought it to be surrealistic, but otherwise forgot about it.
In the evening, when headed out for another staff meeting – at the more sensible hour of 6 p.m. – I encountered two residents on the steps recounting the events of Sunday night.
They were the ones who wrote me the note. They HAD seen something small moving around the laundry room while taking a cigarette break. Taking a closer look, they could see the bunny.
The laundry room locks after 11, so they couldn’t let the rabbit out themselves. Thinking it to be important, but not vital enough for anyone to lose sleep over it, they wrote a note on my door and let it be.
Word came later that the baby bunny had gotten out okay (though I like the mental image of a rabbit darting from couch to couch, back and forth across the Pershing study area).
I was able to the tell the staff “To the rest of the story” during the meeting that night. This prompted a slew of dead rabbit jokes.
“Wouldn’t it be cute to watch it through the glass and see it bouncing around the dryer?”
Which was topped by: “Remember to throw in some dryer sheets to keep it soft!”
We are a classy bunch.
In summary, Once again, we learn the truth is stranger than fiction, that one should not underestimate a cute little furry animal’s will to survive, and that even the most crudest of comments can be topped if one is given enough time (or enough inhibitions are removed).
Class dismissed.
'Hop_Hop_Hop'
