Plagued by Bunnies

So more than anything the title is the reason for this entry. I thought of the title when for the third time in a month, I saw a little fuzzy bunny doing what fuzzy bunnies do, hop and romp, and look around for whatever it is they look around for.
Once in my neighbor's yard, and I attampted to take some pictures of it, but most were blurry. The second, outside of my place of employment, which I impulsively pointed out to my co-worker: "Look, a bunny!" and the third, just last saturday as I walked from my car to the emergency room. The little bunny was behind some gate, hopping happily over some of those white rocks, and the phrase "Plagued by Bunnies" came into my head. The emergency room visit was for the one-day post-op wife of a co-worker, who was suffering horribly from some unrelenting pain. Suffice to say there was waiting, reading, and morphine involved. Sadly, I did not partake of the morphine, as I hear it is quite lovely in taking the edge off.
The sad reality of that particular saturday night was, there was literally nothing else I was going to do, nothing, I mean, nothing of value, nothing of a productive nature, nothing that couldn't be not done, at any future date.
So basically, I hung out in the emergency room cubicle to try to make sure that things were being handled, and then roughly around 11p.m. I was off to Portillo's to procure some lovely dining items of choice, and trundle off back down the road to home, and comfortable late-night dining, where more bunnies may be hiding just around the next corner...