I knew there was no need for INTERVENTION!! You handled it beautifully.
By 7:30, you meant AM??? Good grief, who goes bowling at that hour? He must be a very dedicated bowler! And a very horrible (not to mention typical) plan maker.
But, I think it all ties back to what we saw when he first told you. He was petrified to break the news. He expected a KABOOM and probably in his rabbit-scurrying fear he threw out the bowling thing knowing that it had to be said and probably figured that would light the fuse to a bomb also. Then he ran like hell and turned around a few times in surprise that nothing had actually blown up.
He’s on edge…he’s nervous as hell. Picture him holing up in his rabbit hole (rabbits do live in holes, right? If not, substitute the right word…den, borough, whatever) picturing a wolf standing at the entrance. He’s so scared that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He seems to KNOW the wolf is there, yet when he actually peeks out he doesn’t see one. We can only ASSume that he thinks the wolf is trying to trick him and therefore he’s got his little fuzzy guard up big time. He’s coming off as a big A-hole because he knows he lit a fuse in the wolf’s home (I don’t know what they live in either) and he can’t for the life of him figure out why nothing exploded (not to mention when it will) and where the wolf is hiding – waiting to turn him into rabbit stew. Which, brings me to my next point…
I think you should bring him rabbit stew for dinner! Very symbolic…either that, or fish and chips!
Seriously, the chicken casserole idea sounds fabulous. His appreciation will give you good cause to put your ‘dinner at the apartment’ mission into play NEXT weekend!
GO YOU BRUCE!
"It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere."
--Agnes Repplier, writer and historian
