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So, Killer Bunny and I have managed quite well, due to the fact that I developed a cunning plan for every time I need to clear out the bunny cage and restore it to general bunny loveliness.

I wait until the bunnies are out in the bunny run attached to the front of the deluxe two-story cage, quickly close the door to the cage, and with the assistance of Teenager #2 move the run slightly away from the cage, insert a barrier to stop the bunnies either (a) escaping or (b) going for my throat, and then attend to the cage in peace and serenity.

Yes, yes, Michelle, I hear you cry. But what does the Killer Bunny have to do with Killer Water Filterers?

Well, it would now seem that inanimate objects have it in for me, too.

The other day as I was minding my own business in the kitchen making a cup of tea, Killer Water Filterer Jug casually leaped off the top of the refrigerator, cruelly hit me on the head, nastily soaked me to the skin and crashed to the floor. Fortunately my head was fine, but the water filterer was definitely dead (it had a large crack in its base and was leaking the rest of its contents onto the kitchen floor - it was a mess!).

No, no, I don’t really believe that Killer Water Filterer Jug was possessed by an eeevil sprit, or something. I mean, there’s always always a rational explanation for these kind of events if you look for them. Turns out it was my own fault for not pushing the bloody jug further onto the top of the refrigerator when last I filled it up, and then opening the refrigerator door to hunt for the milk. . .

Needless to say, the replacement water filterer I bought the next day is now living on top of one of the kitchen units, and not on top of the refrigerator where it could lurk until an unsuspecting victim happened along. (But I’ve called it Gertie, and talk nicely to it, just in case it takes a dislike to me.)