Problem Solved

Hah.
Munch called me from the pet store. He's buying a real rabbit to chase the imaginary one he keeps seeing. I guess I don't have to re-home that rabbit after all.
Uh, oops.
I better break into his place and make sure that's the right kind of rabbit. I don't want to contribute to pet overpopulation, or give Munch an *actual* heart attack. Well, ok, the heart attack might be funny...but no. I'll be responsible. It's less fun, but more humane.