Bears picnic in daylight. Coyotes stroll leafy streets. And though rabbits in some quarters are enduring their own pandemic, the local fluffle (yes, that’s a bunch of bunnies) is living large.
While we’ve been holed up in our holes, eyes flat to screen, they’ve been out, snacking on carrot shoots, staging raves, swinging.
And why not? No one makes them double-mask, reads them grim statistics, or limits their guest lists. Let bunnies have their fun. We’ll catch up, we hope, soon.