The influence of El-ahrairah.

So, I was sitting at a metal desk, re-reading a departmental memo for the eighth time, waiting for the last few students to hurry the fuck up and get their exams turned in, when I saw something out of the corner of my left eye.

A small rabbit -- brown, not white -- was sitting in the open classroom doorway.  My jaw hit the floor. As I watched, he reared up on his wee haunches and groomed an ear, and then nonchalantly hopped off. He was polite enough to leave a small pile of rabbit pellets as proof that I didn't eat some funky mushrooms, or smoke some Caterpillar-proffered herbs and imagine him.

I glanced that the remaining Usual Suspects, and walked to the door. Peering around the corner, I saw at least six bunnies hopping merrily to and fro while one of the  bio lab Igors desperately tried to corral and capture them.

He was dreadfully outnumbered, and it appeared, outsmarted. He'd almost get one, only to have it get away as he tried to grab another one that got closer... a six-on-one tag match, with losers being placed in to a steel cage!  It was as if they were working together, baiting-and-switching.

I scooped up the one closest to me and walked him down the hall to see what the story was. It seems that Igor had put the bunnies in a low-sided plastic pool (empty!) to chill while he cleaned their pen, forgetting that the little fuckers can hop to the moon when sufficiently motivated. AND he had left the lab door open, so they mad a mad dash for freedom, William Wallace-style, as soon as he turned his back.

As the Usual Suspects wandered out, post-exam, they were pressed in to retrieving the reprobates and securing them again.

Who knew teaching on he bio floor could be so much fun?