One live frog...
Two live voles. On two separate occasions. Below is not a picture of the actual voles that were in our house. Pansey's voles were not being held lovingly by a flowering shrub. Pansey's voles were being trapped under a bowl while Nana sat with her feet up on the couch and a worried expression on her face.
And most recently a baby bunny....JPG)
This morning at 5:11am I was shaken awake by Jason. "Stacey. Stacey. I need your help (usually these words are followed by the words cleaning up dog poop, puke, or pee) catching a baby bunny that Pansey brought in the house." Wait...WHAT? Apparently as Jason stumbled down the stairs moments earlier he saw Pansey in the playroom lounging by a baby bunny. He thought it was going to be a recovery mission, but he startled the bunny and it took off with Pansey in hot pursuit. When I came down she had the poor little thing cornered in the doll house. I snapped (sorry Jason) for Jason to lock Pansey away as I tried to catch the frightened little creature. That thing was fast. We made three rounds (each time it rounded the corner it would leave a smear of poopy stuff on the baseboards. I never thought I would be cleaning rabbit poop off my walls at 5am) before Jason was able to grab it in a towel. After we caught it Jason wondered if I wanted to keep it for a day to make sure it was OK, but I was worried it would get too accustomed to humans and if it was hurt what would I do? Take it to the vet? Keep it? I am sure the dogs (and Pansey) would love a bunny snack. So we did the hard (and probably right) thing and released it into the wild. But not before I named him Captain Huggy Pants. 
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This had me full on, BAGLOLing (That's my new word for busting a gut, laughing out loud) I can just see the panic of both Jason and the bunny. I think Panz might just be more like Snow White...and not the great white huntress.
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