This outdoor thing is good for me. Makes me feel all wild and adventurous. Ok. So, I never left the back deck, but that's a whole 'nother story. 

It was my first venture into the Great Outdoors. A nice, warm, late summer evening. Mom was getting ready for a party for the softball team and she and I were up late cleaning. (Ok, she cleaned and I supervised everything... she *needs* the help.) 

So, we were up late and Mom decided to go out and hang up the party lights. She left the door open and I decided that, since I was supervising everything else, I really should check on that too. 

For the first time in my life, I went outside on my own. 

I hopped onto the back deck and hid under the chair and surveyed the premises. 

As Mom worked, I started to check the rest of the deck out. I hopped around the perimeter of the deck. It was pretty fun. 

Then, it happened. 

A skunk, they call him Whitey because he's got a big white fluffy tail, walked about 3 feet from the edge of the deck. 

Now, this did not concern me in the least, because he seemed like a pleasant enough fellow. He was minding his own business, and we were minding ours. Mom, however, panicked. 

Next thing I know, I'm being herded back into the house and Mom is a nervous wreck. 

I had no problem with the skunk walking only a few feet from me, but I was totally terrified the next night when a cat was in the yard more than 50 feet away. 

We bunnies know what to be afraid of...