Don't You 'What's Up Doc?' Me!

vampires. they're everywhere. and if you talk about them, they notice and come closer.

i had a rabbit once, her name was remus. she was chocolate brown and really pretty and grumpy as hell. she once bit me so fast, i never saw it happen, just saw the bite on my hand, still have the scar. you are right to fear them. run away! run away!

How do you feel about the Easter Bunny?

Just curious...will you eat bunny shaped chocolate? I"m thinking not.

They are more afraid of you than you are of them. Or not. Mother nature gives me quite a few woodland creatures & although I think they are cute, we do not have play dates. They run & hide from humans. Did you have a traumatic incident involving a bunny?

What scares me are those damn stray cats living by my hot tub.

When my kids were younger we went out for Easter Sunday brunch. The place had the Easter bunny walking around for the kids. He went table to table. He was smallish & the costume had seen better days & dirty & there was something creepy about the eyes. He looked like roadkill. To this day, my kids refer to the restaurant as roadkill bunny.

Pru~ you would not have made it thru the meal. Even I was scared.

My fear...praying mantis. One attacked me years ago. I used to say it bit me but it would lead to a debate. I looked down & this gigantic green thing that looked like an alien monster was on my foot causing intense pain. Quite a visual for passer bys since I was jumping & screaming. I was limping for 3 days after the attack.

Then I had one on my driver side window. I saw the damn thing, got in the car via the passenger side. Proceeded to drive for a good 15 min with the evil monster clinging for dear life STARING at me thru the window. EEEK!

Then I had one on the INSIDE step to get to my apartment. I freaked out I got someone to remove it.

Going to curl up in a fetal position now. Bad memories of my early 20's.

When we only had one child, my husband decided to get my daughter a bunny. I hated that thing. Like you Pru, I just didn't like the way it looked at me. I tried to take care of it and I tried to see the benefits of bunnies over say puppies or kittycats but it just wasn't working for me. I was afraid of it I guess. Those big front teeth just didn't say "pet me" to me. So, as soon as daddy left town one time I found someone to buy the little bunny and put him down in the garage to wait for the man to come and take it to the bunny farm. The man came. I opened the garage door and well....I guess it was cold down there. In fact, I guess it must of been freezing down there. It was dead. Froze. I was embarrassed.

The problem is I've never felt bad about this. Never. I killed a bunny.

Hey, that was a great post! I have a friend who bought a rabbit for the family. They took it home and discovered that it didn't like men. Every time her husband walked by it, it would chase him across the roam and chomp on his ankles. He's a big guy and it was funny as heck to watch him go screaming across the room to escape.

anyway, I've never been afraid of bunnies but I've eaten one.

Err....Pru....have you lost it? Bunnies? LOL.

Okay. I will stop giggling now. <sigh>

Now, I have panic attacks-- but about much more rational things like dying from tainted food. That is more rational, right???

I think I have had panic attacks since that one case many, many years ago when some guy wanted to off his wife and poisoned several Tylenol packages on a drugstore shelf.

Oh-- by the way.....I am very afraid of bears since "Night of the Grizzly" (I read it and saw the movie too- EEK!) Oh...and wolves.....

The only animals I fear are Jehovah's Witnesses on Sunday morning. I remember the story of the rabbit that attacked President Carter ( http://www.narsil.org/politics/carter/killer_rabbit.html ) so maybe your "bunnyphobia" is justified, Pru.

And Rosie, dear, how can you be certain that we're not bred for meat? In the words of Rod Serling at the start of the Twilight Zone's episode titled "To Serve Man," "Respectfully submitted for your perusal..."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Serve_Man_(The_Twilight_Zone).

When I was growing up, my dad helped supplement our income by being a magician. He preferred to use guinea pigs rather than rabbits in his act because rabbits bite, guinea pigs are smaller (and hence easier to hide in hats, etc., and guinea pigs are almost impervious to pain because of their thick fat layers. That's one of the reasons guinea pigs are used so often in medical experiments. Because of their high pain thresholds, he felt more comfortable letting the little hellions watching his show play with the guinea pig.

I got to love the little critters, and when I got my first apartment during graduate school (small caged animals only), I bought a guinea pig, Sir Reginald Hamhock III.

O, and one other good thing about guinea pigs, they taste like chicken.

I never had a fear of rabbits, until I saw the movie "Night of the Lepus", in the 70's sometime. Frightening, really.

I can understand your fur and loathing.

The kids (who are actually adults) in our house have rabbitts as pets. Two of them (the rabbitts) are plump and sweet and, aside from a predilliction to drop little pellets in the wrong places, are generally nice. The other one (aka "The Bunny from Hell") was brought into the house and has managed to make itself thoroughly disliked by everyone but her owner.

Imagine, if you will, a rabbitt with permanent PMS; it's always that time of the month with this lagomorph from Hades. She will snap at anybody who comes near her cage (although she won't mess with me because she knows I will cheerfully deposit her into a pot), she makes otherworldly noises at 4 in the morning and generally tries (successfully) to make life as miserabole as possible for the human inhabitants of our house.

As I said, nothing would make me happier than making rabbitt stew with this fiendish denizen of the lower regions but I am restrained by forces greater than myself.