Easter Bunny Day Massacre

We came home from work tonight to find the radio on in our bedroom. My husband went in and turned it off, and I followed behind. I immediately noticed that my easter bunnies were missing from the nightstand. I had placed them all around the clock radio, and only one was left, laying face down.

"Where's my bunnies?" I asked. Then I turned and looked down. The rest of the bunnies, including the infamous Cousin Ben, were left for dead on the rug. Their poor little bodies were strewn in a trail of sadness.

See for yourself.






































This morning I had found Cousin Ben in our hallway corner, behind the coat rack, so this bunny massacre is not very shocking. Just very sad.