I kept dreaming about the bunny all night, so at 5 this morning I went down to check on it. After I told TCGIBS42Y about it, he said in his cute Minnesota accent, "Oh ya, if they get a scare, they'll just die of fright, ya betcha." (OK he didn't say "ya betcha", but he COULD have.) I figured I'd scoop the body up and put it in the trash if it was dead, and tell The Little One its mama came and got her in the night.
The bunny was gone.
I figure either she hopped off, her mama came and got her, or one of the other neighborhood cats did.
2 out of 3 ain't bad.