Grumpy, it was one of those things where I just happened to be in a local butcher shop in south Anchorage while I lived up there. I usually bought fresh bison/buffalo steaks in there when they had them in stock. They also had infinitely better beef than just about any supermarket in the city. I walked over by their freezer, and the sight of a frozen rabbit just stuck to me. I bought a couple, and got them home before I realized where they had come from: China. I tried to bake it, and it just didn't turn out well at all. The rest of that poor creature as well as the other one wound up going out in the garbage on the next pickup day. When I bought it, I guess I was just naïve enough to think it was processed somewhere in the western U.S. where most of the meat that place sold came from. Not too long ago, a grocery store in the town I live in currently had some of the same Chinese stuff in their frozen foods section. As far as I was concerned, it could stay there.
As for crowds, I don't do particularly well with them, either. I go to shows and have the few fellow satin breeders whom I talk with. The rest of them are mostly folks who don't know enough about me to even claim they know me at all. Sure, most of them can probably tell you that I was in the USAF, but a very small handful can tell you what I actually did or worked on while I was in, or even how long I was in. Even fewer can tell you where I was stationed, and all these are subjects I talk very candidly with people that I get to know to any real degree.
But I understand the whole thing about wanting to spruce or tweak up some things in the rabbit house before you go to having guests and perfect strangers in there. I've been doing what I'm doing for over 3 years now, and I have yet to let anyone else into my barn. It's just how I roll, and if you knew how many miscreants we have running about the neighborhood I live in, you'd probably do the same. As it is, they're out of sight and out of mind.
