I think I am going to start a collection of stories titled "Only in Iowa..." Here's the first:
Our sweet bunny Chewy has turned aggressive. I'm not exactly sure of the reason--it could be that we don't play with him enough, or it could be that he doesn't like Iowa winters, or it could be because he is an un-neutered male (as opposed to a neutered female, which is what we were told by the previous owner) and that as he reaches two years of age, he has become more, shall we say, sexually frustrated.
Whatever the reason, he has started biting the boys and I, and none of us really feel like spending all that much time with him. So I somewhat sheepishly put up an ad on craigslist for our bunny after only 6 months of owning him.
I was contacted by a rabbit breeder about an hour away, who was committed to taking the rabbit. She asked if I could meet her husband at the junction where two highways meet, about 10 minutes from our house, which I agreed to. She said he'd be in a white truck.
Sure enough, he was there at the appointed time in a white SEMI truck. I pulled over, and a large man got out of the cab (I would never do this in Seattle...only in Iowa). He inspected the rabbit and told me that the box I had him in was much too big--he had another in his cab--and promptly stuffed the rabbit down the front of his huge winter coat.
The wind was so fierce that it caused my eyes to water, which I assume he took as real tears, because he quickly reassured me, "Ma'am, this bunny is going to a good home. If you ever want any babies, you just call us up. We'll take good care of him--he'll be riding with me all day on my route!" And then he left.
So...we no longer have a bunny. And I'm totally convinced that this scenario could've taken place only in Iowa.