D'aww. That's about the size of the bunnies Mr. Kitty brings into the house while they're still alive. (He's also brought dead ones to us >.>). ....::morbid smile::

Actually, though, that's seriously adorable! When I think of pesky rabbits I always think of my Grandma Dedman and her B.B. gun. She kept a really serious garden and whenever pests like rabbits or deer came about to take a nibble, she'd shriek, run for the gun by the porch, and crack off a round. It's sounds so hillbilly--which she never was--but it was a humane answer to a pesky problem! XD