Earlier this week, our water went out. We assumed that the water hadn’t come from the government overnight and our tank was empty.
Well, the water hadn’t come from the government and our tank was practically empty, but there was another problem.
Our water pump cord had been chewed through.
I’d like to pretend that maybe our bunny escaped, went outside to chew the cord, and then came back in. I don’t like to think about other rodent-like animals that might be spending time that close to our house.
It was just the bunny, right? RIGHT?
We were baking bread on Thursday and I picked up a flour bag with a large hole chewed in it. I panicked a bit, as Pyo Pyo & Nyein Nyein said the dreaded word in Burmese. Was it a rat? Stephen and I talked it over, this time I was really, really, really hoping it was the bunny. Surely he had just chewed through that bag of flour oh-so-quickly when he was out running around. I just wasn’t watching him closely enough.
Now I was pretty ready to give credit to a rat for the water pump, which now felt far enough away that it was okay. A rat outside chewing on things is suddenly a non-issue when I’m trying to determine what is eating my food in my kitchen.
Pyo Pyo & Nyein Nyein could see my discomfort as I tried to tell them we thought it was the bunny. I told them I was scared of rats and really didn’t want one in my house. To which Pyo Pyo replied, “It’s okay. We were watching TV and a huge rat crawled right by us.”
Hmm. As comforting as that is (!!), I’m going to definitely say this one was the bunny. RIGHT?!