This is a picture of the perpetrator of the crime against bunnies. As usual, he looks haughty, totally in control of his world and not in the least guilty. He is called Fox after a character in the X-Files (Fox Moulder I believe), and was obviously not named by me. Sometimes I wonder why he lives here at all. Then I remember the years of living in an old manse in the country where mice were a problem every time we were without a cat. Although we live in a modern manse nowadays, I am not taking any chances. Reluctantly, I have to admit that he usually is good value for money.
But how do I convince him that we do not need any further furry food offerings?
Please note that I do not have a picture of the victim.
Please also note that my work trays are often in the same kind of state as they are in the photograph. Paperclog is a constant problem, but I am working on it.