No. Not that one.
The kids (okay, and possibly, I) have been aching for a pet. When 19-year-old-Girl's friend's guinea pig had a litter, we adopted one. Somehow, 17-year-old-Boy pulled the name Connie Chung out of his a$$. He had no idea who she was, but we both thought it was an awesome name for a guinea pig. We talked his sister into it.
She's still a little skittish around us. Last night was her first night away from mama. She appears to think I am after her lettuce. No thanks Ms. Chung, though I might steal some of the hay.
She came to us with her favorite lovey.
When she's nervous, she tries to crawl under the bunny.