Buster Bunny

in college i bought a floppy eared bunny and named it buster.
buster bunny.
he was so dang cute. he wiggled his nose in a way that melted my heart. but i would soon learn that he stank.

most boys (all boys??) do.

his cage stank and when i let him out of his cage he made every where else stink. i heard rumor that i could potty train him but it seemed impossible. he was an adorable, nose wiggling, STINKY bunny. later he would be my roommate's bunny. then, in an ultimatum breaking my roommate's heart, he became someone else's bunny because i couldn't tolerate his stench any longer. i couldn't look at buster. if i looked at him, his nose wiggling would melt my heart.

i had to be strong, and calloused, and be rid of the bunny.

Since then i have pushed buster out of my memory for the most part.

i have a token picture of him in my college scrap book. he is pretty dang cute to look at even in the picture. i can almost remember how soft he was and see his little nose wiggle as he burrowed into the blankets on my bed (right before he peed on it.)


nose wiggling . . . . can such a little trait really be all it takes to melt my heart?

obviously.

i hate being calloused and detached. i hate pretending to not see a nose wiggle. i hate feeling my heart leap and not acknowledging it. years later will i still be haunted by a little nose wiggler?

http://youtube.com/watch?v=4IARhIaCkV0

this video looks like bunny nose FLARING, not wiggling. a wiggle has a little more of a circular motion. unfortunately, i know just where to find the wiggle too. and i really wish it was on youtube so i could watch it right now.