Not really… perhaps just bunny irritation.

I bought a nabaztag. It’s cute and cuddly (ok its shiny and plastic, but cuddly all the same). I took it to work and have him speak the time every hour, and do occasional random things. Stupid, expensive, and utterly delightful.

I took him home for a few weeks to see if I could do some hacky damage, but then lost interest when I discovered I needed a newer version of PHP (over. my. head.) After those few weeks, several folks in my group started asking “Where’s the bunny? We miss him!” … so I brought him back, and he has been spouting the time ever since.

Well, it finally happened. Someone decided my bunny is not nearly as cute as we think it is. A fellow that sits in the aisle next to ours sent me a very polite note asking me to shut the distracting device off. It really was as nice as could be, but still. It’s a bunny. That talks. And wiggles his ears. And is hackable!

I responded saying we would be sad, but ok with turning him down–not muting or shutting him down. It’s cruel and unusual punishment to silence his golden warble.To be fair, the bunny is a bit shrill, and can stand to be hushed, which I absolutely will. Hopefully I have not made an enemy for life. I feel like Milton mumbling under my breath about staplers, reasonable volume, and setting things on fire.