Halloween. Pffffft.

The boys were all dressed up in their tiger costumes, more than ready to head out for candy begging. Hombre came in from bringing Easter Beagle and Woodstock, the rabbits, in for the night and told me that Woodstock was dead.

What the hell? He was spry as could be when we took him out to the 'rabbit tractor' this morning, the weather today was cool and perfect, he had a great veterinary checkup last month, and as far as I know he and Easter Beagle didn't get hold of anything poisonous.

Hombre has taken our sad kids out to trick-or-treat and I'm waiting for the overnight vet clinic to open so I can see if I need to bring Woodstock in for a postmortem and Easter Beagle in for a checkup.

Pfffft.