George? Tell me about the rabbits, George!

Some idiot just range me up to tell me that she saw fur all over the garden, and decided the baby rabbits were surely dead. She put on her gloves and went out to gather up the remains. When she pulled at the first wad of hair, the whole mass shrieked. Again.

"I think we should really leave them alone, okay?"

"Well, I'm not touching them again!"

"You said that before!"

"I mean it this time."