I have quite a few as well. Much more than a few years ago. Haven't seen as many fox and coyote lately, so that could explain the rising bunny pops.
I had to save one that was trying to commit suicide several years ago. While cutting the grass with the riding mower, he hopped out from under a pine tree and sat down right in my path. I tried to shoo him off to no avail. Finally had to shut the mower down and actually pick him up to relocate him to a safe distance back under the pine trees.
How very strange!
Hunter S. Thompson wrote an essay involving a suicidal rabbit one time. I thought it was more of his fictionalized hyperbole, but then in 2004-- immediately after we went through three hurricanes that rampaged through my area in five weeks-- a rabbit with an apparent death wish suddenly appeared in my area.
The place I lived in at the time was a kind of 5-acre fenced compound at the very end of a dead-end street out in the woods. So many trees came down in those storms that we hadn't actually cleared all of them from the first storm by the time the third came along. We were without power for several weeks that time...
Because I had a motorcycle, I was the person responsible for whatever necessary runs needed to be made into and out of the area. I was riding a large Harley FLH model, at first taking it cross fields which was kind of a trip, but as we slowly opened the roadway I got to where was able to go down it (albeit with some detours around especially cluttered parts of the road). Oaks of up to about three to five feet in diameter had come down, and even with four of us working and the use of *some* power equipment, it took a long, long time and a lot of hard labor to get that stuff off the private road.
There was a long stretch that was cleared, though. And on numerous occasions I'd be riding along this stretch when a rabbit would come darting out from the underbrush.
In a manner that suggested that he was actually *trying* to be run down, he'd run across my path, cutting it really close. I even deliberately dumped the bike one time to avoid hitting him. I wasn't badly hurt, but almost ended up skewered through the crotch by a long, sharp tree limb. It was a matter of inches between me and sudden castration...
Pissed off by this, I decided that henceforth, I wasn't gonna sacrifice myself for that crazy rabbit again. Almost as if it were a conciliatory gesture, the rabbit continued to appear as I was rolling through the area-- but he took to running parallel to my course and stopped the hairy business of cutting in front of me as he'd been doing.
For a while, anyway.
But then one night I was passing through and there he was-- and he made the cut, and ended up flattened.
The motorcycle I was riding was 838 pounds dry. I sort of winced and squeezed the gas tank with my knees as I tightened my grip and relaxed my shoulders, expecting to feel an impact and not wishing to lose control. But I felt nothing, and at first hoped that I missed the crazy rabbit.
I turned around and rolled back, though... and there he was, dead as it gets. I didn't feel as though I had murdered something, but nonetheless felt very sad about the whole thing with this rabbit. I rode back to the compound, then grabbed a shovel and hoofed it back to bury the rabbit. I felt pretty sad about the whole thing-- but even more puzzled than sad. I mean, WTF was up with this rabbit? If only they could talk!
I flashed onto the bit that Thompson had written about suicide rabbits. To this day I have no idea if the little bastard was actually *trying* to be killed, or if this behavior was some reaction to the sight and sound of my motorcycle... or what the deal really was there. All I can say for sure is that he showed up after we were slammed by three hurricanes in rapid succession.
Was he a thrill-seeking hare? Is it even possible for rabbits to suffer from depression and become suicidal? Man, I dunno anything beyond what I observed in this creature... but I never saw another one like that again.
I did figure out that Thompson-- who ultimately committed suicide himself-- probably wasn't exaggerating as he wrote of the suicidal bunny he'd encountered.
Strange creatures, rabbits. When my daughter was a child, she had a pet rabbit that I observed at length... but I never did get a grip on their characteristics as a critter, can't claim to be able to predict them or even understand much of anything about them.
And so I still don't know what was up with that rabbit in 2004. Was he just so stressed out by the hurricanes that hammered us-- one after another in rapid sequence-- that he was playing games with his own life... or what?
Don't reckon I'll ever know for sure what happened there. But I do find it odd to hear an account of an apparently suicidal rabbit every so often. Yours is just the latest of about a half-dozen accounts I've heard now, including my own experience.
--R