The dead bunny count is now up to eight.  Dave, the mighty hunter, has apparently found the motherlode of bunnies, and has brought them home in one state of near death or another.  We have moved things along as best we can, letting the dog go out and make quick work of it instead of letting the cats play with them to death.  Yes, it’s distressing, but there’s not a lot we can do about it, and there’s no shortage of bunnies still left.  I’m just amazed that the bunnies are staying put, waiting to be picked off one by one.  Mind you, this is eight bunnies in a single day, so they might not have had time to pack all their stuff and move.  Judy just dispatched two in a row, and Dave has run off either in disgust or to go back to the warehouse for more.