They are freaking at it again.

The Assassins are back. Now that I’ve been lulled into a false sense of security by thinking that their attempts have been thwarted and they’ve given up and gone away – they are back.

But they’ve gotten smarter. They realized that I am now leery of all human beings and motor vehicles and therefore if they were to have any chance of succeeding at their evil task that they were going to have to try something completely different. Something so unexpected that I would never ever ever see it coming….

That’s right folks. Killer. Freaking. Bunnies.

Picture it: there I was, minding my own business, briskly walking to the conference through the lovely Arizona morning. Then he struck.

The murderous little bastard came flying out of a bush literally 2 inches in front of my feet.

I managed to live through the HEART ATTACK of the ninja ambush, but he was prepared for that eventually and had a backup plan.

In my effort to not crush said “Surprise, a rabbit!” I tried stopping dead in my tracks. TRIED is the key word here. INSTEAD of stopping, my momentum sent me flying with great force into the sidewalk. In a skirt that ended above the knee and therefore offered not even the illusion of protection.

The result?

I do live to see another day (guess that was obvious since I’m typing this… Although I guess it could have been a sparkly-vampire rabbit and I could now be UNDEAD and writing this…. But I’m not. Not that I’m telling anyway.)

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I’m going find that little asshole and have Support Fox Betty eat him.