Nature is clearly trying to tell me something.
Monday morning, I was trying to leave my house to head to my internship when I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye.
A GIANT BUNNY WAS UNDER MY CAR.
Now, no one loves a giant, fluffy bunny like I do. But this one was not a typical rabbit.
Initially, I figured, "Well, bunnies are skittish and jumpy so this fluffy biscuit will be gone in no time."
He didn't just sit down. He laid down. And he stared at me. I've never seen a rabbit so inclined to take a load off.
I thought, "Fine. You hang out while I go get the mail. I'll read you my credit card statement. Then you'll fall asleep and I can't grab you and release you back into the greater 'Animal Planet'."
While I walked to the mailbox, he ever so leisurely hopped out from under my car, stopped to contemplate his existence and his place in the time/space continuum, and then proceeded to my back yard.
Next, I was driving to my internship, which is about a 40 minute drive depending on whether or not I get stuck behind a tractor-trailer on the 2-lane highway.
As I was attempting to make up for lost time, thanks to the giant bunny and his nonchalant attitude toward my punctuality, I was whipping right along at...the legally posted speed limit.
All of a sudden, a butterfly ended its life on my windshield. This was regrettable as butterflies only live for a few months (I looked it up) and my need to drive exactly as fast as the speed limit suggests added to this poor creature's demise.
Once on the 2-lane highway, I got caught not behind a tractor-trailer, but a regular person who likes to drive 45 mph in a 55. After resigning myself to this speed, we slowed down to 30. Before I could get one complete string of profanity out of my mouth, I saw why.
In the center of the road was a dead baby deer.
What the WHAT? Nature is out of control and as far as attention-getting measures go, this seemed extreme (yes, I tend to think things like this revolve directly around me).
When relaying this story later that day, I was informed that both a rabbit and a deer crossing my path is supposed to suggest change and new experiences. The butterfly means love and joy are coming my way.
I think that perhaps when one of those critters is splattered in the middle of the road and the other ricocheted off of my windshield, it might skew that meaning ever so slightly.
Good thing the bunny made it out alive...
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Sometimes it is important to read the signs. To me, they all told you to turn around and go home....or go shopping.
Aren't rabbits supposed to be lucky? Maybe that's why he was the only one to make it out alive.
I really hope you didn't run over the bunny when you got home!
That is really interesting and definitely means something will happen. I'm a believer!
If I remember the story of bambi correctly first came the bunny, then the butterfly, then the hunters-- I would stay undercover.
But what would a dead bunny have meant?! Maybe there's more to the story and you don't know now because that damn rabbit's nonchalant attitude.
I'm suspicious that the bunny was behind it all.
You don't know what happened in your yard after you left for work. That bunny may no longer be hopping.
Yeah... if the butterfly means love and joy, what does killing it (at the legally posted speed limit) mean?
Same thing happened to me the other week, and I nearly had a heart attack because it STAYED THERE PLASTERED TO MY WINDSHIELD FOR FIVE MINUTES. I felt like the worst killer in the world.
But at least you weren't the one who hit the deer!
A butterfly flew into my windshield once and died. I felt so bad! The worst part was having to wash butterfly guts off of my windshield. I don't know why, exactly, but killing a gnat is a lot easier than killing a butterfly . . . :/
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