My brother asked me to watch his house for him while he took a short out-of-town trip with his boys. You know, take in mail, water plants, all the normal stuff. He also has a rabbit in a small pen outside. No judgment! I live in Iowa. The rabbit was part of the gig. He gave me instructions about food and water. Pretty simple really.
The FIRST day I went over there and happened to have my hunting dog in the truck with me. I thought I'd let him run around the back yard while I did my duties in the house. It wasn't five minutes later that I heard him pawing at the back door by the kitchen, and I open it to see a rabbit hanging from his mouth with tons of dirt all over it. SHIT!
I went into full cover-my-ass mode. I went to the pet store and bought another rabbit. I know this only works in sitcoms, but I really didn't want to upset my brother and my youngest nephew.
My brother gets back in town, thanks me for taking care of things and asked how everything went. "Great! No problems. Happy I could help."
"Weirdest thing, though," my brother said slowly.
"Oh yeah, what?" My heart was racing a little. I just KNEW he'd discovered my little subterfuge.
"I forgot to tell you the rabbit died before we left, and I dug a small hole and put him in. I get back, and there's another rabbit somehow got inside his cage, and the hole's been dug up."
"That IS weird!" is all I could muster.