Friday, October 23, 2009

Oreo

Sometimes, knowing what's in the dark
can be worse than not knowing.


Thanks, Lauren!

17 comments:

Carmen C. said...

EEK! Look at those glowing eyes :0

bunnits said...

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

janet2buns said...

This bun was obviously photographed using "night vision" technology. Oreo is apparently too fierce to be photographed in the daylight. His/her indentured servants wisely waited until nightfall before approaching him/her in the subterranean lair.

Fleetie said...

What the hoomins failed to realise was that Oreo can see in infra-red too! So he can see them and their silly IR light attached to their silly IR camera. And he is *not* impressed.

Vainly attempting stealth, you hoomins *dare* to shine your long-wavelength light in Oreo's face, DO YOU?

Such audacity will surely attract a fearsome penalty; one that the hoomins will not soon forget.

Fleetie said...

P.S. Janet, although I chose not to comment on yesterday's bun, I did comment on Wednesday's!

Stacy Hurt said...

*find a happy place*
*find a happy place*
*find a happy place*

The Fab Furs said...

Ignorance is bliss.

Bunnie Momma said...

someone call a priest!

The Bunns said...

Oreo is a Dutchie ... whadda ya expect?

Rabbits' Guy said...

I keep thinking ... you take this roll of perfectly normal pictures but when you get the developed pictures back from the drug-store .... O. M. G. !!!

Plan B Rabbits said...

Does Oreo rent himself out for Halloween?

Paula said...

Proof positive that you can photograph an apparition. I mean, there's no way this could be real.

janet2buns said...

The strange thing is not that Oreo can see in infra-red, the strange thing is that he permitted lowly hoomins to get close enough to photograph him. He could see them coming way before they could see him. Indulging the hoomins to this degree is uncharacteristic of a bun and is therefore deeply unsettling. One can only guess at this bun's motivation in allowing such liberties to be taken.
@Fleetie: I guess I missed your Wednesday post. That was the day Drizzle and Phoebe had me locked in the basement. I have since begged their forgiveness for whatever unknowable indiscretion I must have committed,and my computer privileges have been restored. Oh yeah, "All Hail The Great and Powerful Phoebe and her Royal Consort, Prince Drizzle." I have to say that from now on *grumble*

Fleetie said...

Janet: And so it should be. Buns might suggest that you modify your attitude: It is your privilege; your honour that you be permitted to speak thus, albeit to mitigate and diffuse earlier... indiscretions. To be permitted the opportunity to redeem yourself in this manner is indicative of your buns'... tolerance (no more) of you. You should seize this olive branch and seek to maximise its utility to re-enamour; re-ingratiate yourself with Phoebe and Drizzle, lest failure of such reparations condemn you to eternal, and unacknowledged servitude at the whims of the aforementioned regal personages!

(and all that said after I've returned home after 7 hours out, and *an* *awful* lot to drink!; I hope that my representations of P&D's feelings have not fallen short of their requirements!)

janet2buns said...

Fleetie: You are a gentleman and a scholar. Everyone knows that true gentlemen are able to fluently pontificate while 3/4 in the bag. I'm sending a polite LOL in your direction.

neeki said...

basement bun knows where you sleep...

Starling said...

Awesome! I have a dutch too, this look is well known to me, lol