By Elise Seyfried
Lord help me, I've bonded. With a rabbit.
Two months ago, my 16-year-old daughter Julie went to a rabbit rescue organization in
We've become pretty comfortable with him. Julie adores him and the feeling is mutual. She can even put him in a bunny trance by laying him on his back in her lap (he totally zones out). Stoli enjoys a certain brand of rabbit kibble, a certain little red wire ball, and, apparently, the Weather Channel. He doesn't shed, doesn't smell, doesn't make a sound and is litter-box trained, thus negating most of my objections. Stoli has, in short order, become Stoli Seyfried, a card-carrying member of the family.
Which is why his bizarre behavior one recent morning was so upsetting. Out of the blue, he backed himself into a corner and began to thump, lifting his hind legs and slapping them against the ground over and over again. His whole body was tensed; you could see his little heart beating through his fur. My immediate worry was that Stoli was having a seizure, so it was off to the internet and a Google search for "rabbit thumping." What I read was somewhat reassuring. At www.rabbit.org I read the following: Thumping: He's frightened, or trying to tell you that there's danger (in his opinion). At any rate, it didn't seem to be fatal, and he would most likely stop in a little while. But why was he doing it? What was scaring him so? There was a bad thunderstorm early this morning--maybe that was it. Julie had opened the patio door to get his hay--maybe Stoli had seen a squirrel streak across the yard. Whatever it was, something had thoroughly spooked him, and he was the physical embodiment of terror.
It took about an hour for him to calm down. When he did, he relaxed utterly, sprawled on the rug, exhausted and relieved.
There have been many times in my life that I have been a "thumper" too--petrified and paralyzed. Like the time, at age six, I was so afraid of the plot line of my mom's favorite TV soap opera, The Edge of Night, that I literally hid in the closet while character Philip Capice tried to escape a ticking time bomb in a building. Young as I was, I still remember my goosebumps, racing pulse, shaking hands, out-of-control panic. I also recall my profound relief when ficticious Phil survived his nightmarish ordeal. Whew! On to the commercial with Madge and her eloquent sales pitch for Palmolive dishwashing liquid!
My fear was about as reasonable as Stoli's, but then, sometimes, fear knows no reason.
Some of my other "thumper" times had more in them of actual peril...the intruder in my folks'
The scariest thing about existence, of course, is its complete unpredictability. We are blindsided by the frightening moments when we thought all was well. The greatest act of courage may be just waking up each morning, ready to face the totally unknown day ahead.
We all have our "thumper" moments when our wildly beating hearts and rigid bodies have to face the worst of this world. Moments when we are nothing but scared rabbits. Things don't improve by magic. It takes time--and the knowledge that we are not alone--to calm us down, to slow our pulses and relax our muscles.
Can we stand in solidarity through this terrifying journey called life? Whisper soothing words into each other's ears? Sometimes all we really need is a little company and a little love to help us keep our demons at bay.
Now Stoli lets us pet him at last, stroke his furry back, whisper words of comfort. His heart rate slows and his back legs quiet down. He looks at us, calm once more, and to me he looks grateful. Grateful to us for just being there, for standing with him through his storm within. How could we do less for this cute and vulnerable little guy?
How can we do less for each other?