Howdy y’all!
So to begin, I got my little American Fuzzy Lop bun Westley a few months back and he now lives with me at school as a registered ESA. He loves exploring outside, so I take him out whenever I get the chance on a nice day. He’s always done very well and we’ve never had any problems.
Today was one of those nice days where I had some free time, so I took him outside for some fresh air and exercise. We were breaking in his new harness, so I had to adjust it a few times to get it to fit right. During one of these adjustment periods, he leaped out of the harness and went tearing off towards the busy street. Naturally I sprinted after him in hopes to steer him away from the road (because obviously he was far too quick for me to have any hopes of catching him). He turned back towards the pond and away from the street just in time for a huge hawk to swoop down for a meal. I literally screamed (mind my language) “NOT TODAY ASSHOLE” and slapped the hawk in mid-dive. He flew away and poor terrified little Westley took a dive into the pond. I dove in after him and finally managed to scoop him up. I was greeted with a bloody-murder-scream that I didn’t even know bunnies could make (it was horrifying) and a cold, wet, terrified little bun snuggled up against me in my arms. Long story short, bunnies aren’t the brightest and Westley is fine. Also I cried.