there’s a feral bunny rabbit that has taken up residence in my (very urban) front yard. i’ve seen these rabbits a little further out in the suburbs, but never here. he’s been here for a couple of days, just nibbling on grass and roots and stuff and keeping a wary eye on me when i pass. mouse, the pit bull who lives on the first floor, must be going nuts. any sign of trouble, however, and the bunny wiggles through the fence and disappears into the parking lot next door. i worry that he’s wandered away from the huge yard of the church across the street, and now he can’t figure out how to cross the busy street to get back to his home.

secondly, the portion of the downtown loop around where i work smells distinctly like fresh-baked cookies. not just once, but all the time. there’s about a four or five block area in which there is the unmistakeable sent of chocolate chip cookies on the breeze. i certainly haven’t bumped into any giant cookie-making factories on my lunch breaks, so i’m perplexed as to where the smell is coming from. not that i’m complaining, mind you – there are much worse things a downtown could smell like.

bunny rabbits in my front yard and the smell of cookies on the wind. it’s like something out of charlie and the chocolate factory.