This year it seems like we’ve got more bunnies than ever before. I’ve got wire fencing around my wife’s garden as usual. Let ’em eat weeds, which they seem content to do so far…although I’m keeping a watchful eye on the new raspberry bushes!

It’s been customary in years past to pick out a bunny who seems particularly comfortable hanging out near the house (in a window well, for instance) and call him Greg. The reason for this is that I enjoyed the short-lived “Greg the Bunny” TV show, starring Seth Green and Eugene Levy.

We now have a pair. What do we call ’em? Greg never had a bunny companion in the show. I guess for the limited use the name enjoys, we’ll simply refer to them as “the Gregs.”

Why do the Gregs like hanging out by that can of racing fuel? Probably a coincidence, although it really does qualify for my nickname of “high speed perfume.” It smells GREAT, although you can probably feel the brain cells dying if you catch a whiff. At $20 a gallon, it costs almost as much as perfume! Maybe it smells like carrots on some level…