Just when Dusty and I were thinking that we were going to make it back to the shack free and clear, we turned a corner in our residential neighborhood and were accosted by a six-foot blue bunny yelling “Happy Easter!” in a manic, high-pitched Mickey Mouse voice at whatever cars and/or pedestrians happened to pass by.
Caught up in the spirit of the holiday? Lost a bet? Community service? It’s amazing the weird shit you can get away with under the guise of celebrating the resurrection of the Christian avatar.