population explosion.  I am writing to report that Easter Bunnies have over run my basement storage due to their prolific reproductive habits.  I went down there to see if I could find an intact basket or four, and a bag of that shredded, static filled Easter grass.  I grappled blindly for the pull-chain light and I gasped in shock as plastic eggs rolled beneath my feet. Pink, yellow, purple, and green fuzzy ears poked out of boxes marked Miscellaneous. Easter bunnies had multiplied in my basement!  Plush bunnies with limp bows around their necks lounged on the basement shelves and I even found four on top of our chest freezer!

My heart pounded.  I thought about ” Cujo ” by Stephen King.  It was crystal clear to me that perfectly innocent looking Easter Bunnies have wild parties eleven months of the year.  I suspect that the bunny with a waistcoat, glasses, and a superior air about him serves as a quickie Justice of the Peace.  There are enough stray jelly beans and stale candy canes down there to serve as a wedding feast.

The newlywed Easter Bunnies must find new homes in other boxes meant for other things:  Halloween costumes, dog-eared paperback books, and tangled Christmas lights that don’t light are these new homes.  The contents of these homes have been dumped onto the basement floor.  The mayhem down there is horrifying.  The Easter Bunnies, however, have perpetual smiles on their faces, and don’t seem to mind the mess.

We have had four kids over twenty Easters which for the arithmetic challenged minds like mine means there are around eighty bunnies in the basement. But, there are even more!  I see striped ones, polka-dotted ones, girl ones, boy ones.  All have innocent round eyes that never gave me a hint the basement is such a fun place to be. I gathered them up and gave each a wash and dry, and brushing.  I donated these to a nearby second-hand store where they might find new homes.

I save the favorite bunnies to put in their baskets.  Our “kids” would prefer a check in a card, but I like festivities.  I do fear that these bunnies, once Easter is over, will go back into the basement storage to start the re-population syndrome all over again!

I have a few things in common with the elderly rabbits.  I am a bit old, with shabby and unkempt hair this morning and I need to be tidied up a bit, with fresh clothes (not underwear and a torn pajama top).  I also eat stray jellybeans if they are green.  We had pastel Jordan almonds at our wedding and ended up with four children.  Next Easter I can really scare my husband  by dragging all of the Easter Bunnies upstairs to startle him when he opens his closet, a chest of drawers, or in the cupboard of mis-matched bathroom towels.  I think I have a bunny costume from Halloween down there.  Dressed like a bunny, with round innocent eyes and a sly smile will scare him more than reading any of King’s novels.