It’s Easter eve in the new loft de Gunderson and I’ve been thinking (for whatever reason) about bunnies. Ever since I remember, I’ve loved bunnies. Though, I do find it pretty sick that they eat their own poop. Seriously, if the plants you’re eating is too hard to digest efficiently, then how about you eat different plants? Mark my words, it’ll be a cold day in hell before I eat my own poop just because that ceasar salad tasted great (but didn’t quite digest right). I mean, how does one ever think, “you know, I didn’t quite get all of the nutrients out of that meal... I better take a dump and then eat it.” No one does, except bunnies (and some other animals). That said, is it any wonder why bunnies don’t run the world?
Since bunnies were on the mind, it made me think of some of my more memorable bunny stories...
Okay, so there was only one story I wanted to tell. Sorry.
Have a great Easter everyone (if you celebrate it), or just a happy holiday weekend, in general.
Oh yeah... the above image is a crude rendering of a picture I drew in pre-school, aptly titled, “Bunny on a Roller Coaster,” My mom still has it somewhere. It’ll be worth millions someday.