They Really are bunny feet in my freezer

I'm so glad you guys are as amused by the bunny feet in my freezer as I am. Because I'm totally amused. It was called a "BigFoot Bunny" - before the professor cut off his head.

All sorts of things have gone through my head when I think about the bunny feet in my freezer.

He can't hear us coming. or. He'll never see it coming.

He's in the dark.

I also thought of this joke...I googled it to make sure I got it right. Found it here.

A man inherited a Parrot. At first he thought this was a good thing. But the parrot would do nothing but swear. It's language offended hardened sailors.

On the first day the man played the parrot soothing music and put its condition down to the stress of moving. On the second day he tried witty put downs. On the third day he ignored it. Nothing worked, the parrot still let forth a torrent of blue words.

On the fourth day he snapped and after a particularly creative insult involving his mother, a goat and the local vicar the man grabbed the parrot and thrust him into the freezer.

For a few minutes the parrot continued unabated. Then everything went quiet. The man, worried that he had killed the parrot, took a peek into the freezer. The parrot hopped out and was strangely silent and then said:

"I am most terribly sorry, old chap, if I in any way offended you earlier with my choice language....could I just ask......what did the chicken do?"

Of course, our bunny doesn't have a vocabulary problem. If anything, it's the strong, silent type.

So -- maybe...

A lady opened her refrigerator and saw a rabbit sitting on one of her shelves.
"What are you doing in there?" she asked.
The Rabbit replied: "This is a Westinghouse, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is." the Lady replied.
"Well," said the rabbit...

I'm westing."

our bunny would be .. um .. chilling out.
What else is he going to do?? I certainly can't ask him.

He doesn't have a head for such things.