Last night Jeff had his first softball practice for his work's co-ed softball team. He came home SO excited to relay this story and I was horrified. Apparently, hitting the ball to right field eludes him. So, when he was up to bat, he suddenly spotted a bunny rabbit running across the field. He took aim and WHAM! He hit the bunny! Now, this was quite the feather in his cap (I can just hear the manly grunt coming from his hunter's mentality) but I, for one, cannot condone deliberate cruelty to an innocent bunny just doing what bunnies do. Jeff insisted the ball just "grazed" the rabbit, but I'm thinking the poor creature died a slow and painful death overnight. This morning Jeff is in agony, sore from putting his 40-year-old body through a punishing softball workout. My take? Justice! God is punishing him for being such a meanie. And I sure hope that bunny is frolicing this morning, just a little bit wiser, and stays off the softball fields (at least when Jeff is around!).