There is a story that my husband likes to tell. It’s not his originally, but I don’t think he even remembers where it came from. But basically the gist of it is that there are three types of people in this world. First you have the people who you tell not to pee on an electric fence and why and using the good common sense that God gave them, they don’t do it. Then you have the sort of people who don’t quite believe that might not be a good thing to do, so they go ahead and do it, just the once. Lesson learned, they never do it again. Then you have the sort of person that you tell not to do that, but they won’t take your word for it and they do it over and over and over again. Same result every time. Lesson never learned. My son, he’s the third sort of person.
Today his insistence on doing things his own way got him bit. I have told him over and over again that he cannot manhandle the rabbits. He’s not even allowed to be out with them on his own. Based on his personality, that has been a rule from the start. We’ve been using the rabbit tractors for a couple of days and while the rabbits don’t seem to have a problem going in, when it’s time to go back to the shed for the night, they don’t want to. They like their freedom, thank you very much. Since it’s not safe for them to stay out all night, though, in they must go.
Instead of waiting for me like I told him to while I took the kits in, he tried to corner Piper and get her out of the tractor. I was clear across the yard and yelling at him to leave her alone, to let me do it when I got there, that he was just scaring her. But he was determined to have his own way and do it on his own. There is such a stubborness in him that has only gotten worse with the onset of puberty. Well, Piper let him have it. He got her so worked up and scared that she bit him, hard and deep. Quite honestly, I would have bit him, too, in her place. She was only defending herself.
I got his wound cleaned and dressed, gave him an ice pack to put on it, but gave him very little in the way of sympathy. He peed on the fence and he got burned. Again. It took me fifteen minutes just to calm Piper down. My daughter and I got her to come finally and we safely put her back in the shed. I don’t think I will take her outside for a few days until she gets her sense of security back.
As for my son, I hope he learned something today. I don’t mean to sound heartless, but he got what he asked for. He needs to learn when an animal says no, it means no. Just like when a human does. The sooner, the better.