Social media is a load of poo.

As everbun knows, hoomins are herd animals. They go on about how they are predators, what with having eyes on the front of their thick skulls and such, but really, they do not like having to look after themselves on their lonesomes.

How do we know this? Decades of careful observation have taught us many things.

Hoomins seek validation from each other. They will stare in the mirror to say ‘affirmations’ that someone else taught them. They post endless pics and vids of their food, their abs and flabs for ‘likes’. They pause in the middle of their riveting YouTube videos to yell ‘hit the subscribe button!’ at the viewer. They ask you to GRWM (‘get ready with me’) in the morning and can’t resist showing their OOTD (‘outfit of the day’) on their socials.

Yes we know, why have more than one outfit?! Frankly, the only videos we are interested in are the UASCOBTWM (‘unbox a shipping container of bunny treats with me’) ones, which we find inspirational. But we digress.

This heavy dependency on other hoomins – even complete strangers – for confirmation-conformation affirmative validation is the definition of a herd animal, peeps.

Why this is a problem…

Evidence abounds that we bunnehs are caught up big time in this herdlike behaviour. When was the last time you went for an entire day without a camera in your face? How needy is your hoomin when it comes to snorgles? Do they feel you up every single day for their ‘mental health’?

Our current pet (sorrynotsorry) hate is having to work for our treats. Of course this is just another craze fuelled by social media ‘influencers’. This is frankly an outrage that has to stop.

What is wrong with being waited on by your hoomins while you lounge in a sunny spot, no camera crew around, just relaxing while they patiently feed you slivers of your favourite foods until you dismiss them from your presence to nap in peace?

Is it too much to ask to be valued for just being beautiful, wise, and available to look at?

We say: enough is enough. We hereby call on all furries – lagomorph and otherwise – to call an ultimatum: comply, or we all move to Switzerland immediately.

Who is with us?!