As I chase that white rabbit down the rabbit hole in search of a new life, a new me, I suddenly discover that there is an invasion in MY rabbit hole. A not so young couple, Roscoe and Betsy, have taken over my space, invaded my privacy. That's not nice so I sneaked up on them last night and listened to them talking.
Betsy: Roscoe, I've had a rough day, hopping all over Mr. D's garden next door trying to find me something to eat. I think I will rest here on this cool green grass for a moment. You don't think Mrs. B. will object, do you?
Roscoe: I don't know, Betsy. I heard her say just yesterday that she's 'finding herself'. Rcckon she is lost here in this part of the yard?
Betsy: Sometimes I see her tiptoeing about those rose bushes over there. Pretty roses, Roscoe. Why is it you never bring me any roses?
Roscoe: You don't eat roses, silly. I gather grass and leaves for you to munch on and it's never enough. What's wrong with you!! (turning away) WOMEN!!!!
Betsy: Oh, Roscoe, I hear footsteps. Quick, let's hide in here. Ms. B. will never find us there.
For over two hours I watched those two rabbits enjoying my back yard. MY rabbit hole? Guess I will have to share it with Roscoe and Betsy.