Last Thursday a student brought a little baby bunny to school. She hid it in her purse and carried it around to her classes. During lunch she started to abuse the poor little bunny (example: swinging the purse upside down and hitting it against a wall), so the bunny was taken away from her and given to the science department. When the school day was over I was elected by my department to be the new owner of the bunny. I named it Chauncy. I have now given the bunny away to a family who had a bunny who died. Not that I can't handle the responsibility of an animal, but why would I do that to myself. I travel a lot and I would have to find someone to take care of little Chauncy. Maybe when I am tired of traveling I will get another bunny. This is not an actual picture of Chauncy, but it is exactly what he looked like.