I went to start my ’96 Camry last week, and the car would not start. It sounded like it wanted to connect, but something was off. What’s so unusual about that, you say, the car is twenty-three years old? But this is a Camry, a car that always started and drove like a dream. It looks time worn, sure, but it runs great. Or so it did before the rabbit ate my car!
I opened the hood that day the car wouldn’t connect and I found a spark plug wire that had been severed. How did that happen, I wondered. I guess the car is undergoing some wear and tear, I thought. So I placed an order for a new set of wires and my son or I were going to change them today. When I was out, though, he texted me that not only had the number one cable been severed, but it now was completely gone, along with the three others that had been chewed through. Not only that but wires to other parts of the car are also half their size or completely missing.
What in the world? When my son had opened the hood, he told me a rabbit was sitting on the engine. Could this be the same cute little bunny I’ve been throwing carrots to over the past nine months, the one I’ve allowed to live in our front bushes and pee on our lawn, killing the grass? Is this the sweet little thing I would worry about when it was one hundred degrees this past summer or when it was pouring down rain last spring? Is this the rabbit I nearly considered my pet?
Now I want to kill him.
I mean, what in the world would this rabbit find appetizing about dirty engine wires? Why, when there are plenty of weeds in the neighborhood, not to mention the food I throw it, would this animal find my car to be the most delicious thing around? Why my car?
Now, instead of replacing one cable, I’m going to have to figure out how many wires are missing, which ones, and how many more the idiot cottontail will eat before I’m even able to place my online order for parts. Or, I will have to tow the car to the mechanic’s and will likely spend a couple hundred dollars in parts and labor all on account of a wild rabbit.
Sometimes problems can come wrapped in cloaks of darkness, in angry, enraged people, in being in the wrong place at the wrong time. And at other times problems can be disguised as a furry, quiet creature, meek and mild and innocent looking. Had I only known which to be afraid of more.