Wabbit Season

The rabbits are coming! Hooray! Hooray! Easter weekend. Time for dying eggs and scarfing chocolate in all its decadent Easter forms: bunnies, eggs, cute little chicks. Last Friday night I helped my friend Helen dye Easter eggs for her numerous nieces and nephews. All told, we dyed about three dozen eggs. I kept seven for myself. As you see, I met with moderate success.





We had a lot of dye kits to choose from. Here’s what I learned: chalk sucks for drawing on eggs, glitter paint has no glitter and when pressing tattoos on your eggs, don’t press too hard. Eggs are fragile.




Still, it wasn’t a total loss. Here is my piece de resistance, the ultimate in movie fan geekdom: the Star Wars egg.




Oh yes. Han Solo front and center. I wonder how long it will keep until the egg goes bad. I’m hoping for a record.

Helen found the cool egg wraps and supplied the dying grounds. (And the pictures of the dye kits and finished eggs.) My job was to bring the entertainment. I brought a film that I feel embodies the spirit of this very special day: Night of the Lepus.



This entry in the giant-animal-gets-revenge-on-humankind-for-its meddling genre features a herd of giant bunnies (you read that right) wreaking havoc in an unnamed (for good reason) desert town.

Janet Leigh is in this movie. Poor Janet, she had a career once. I’ll bet she wished somebody killed her off in the first 15 minutes of this film. But, alas, she lives. This probably accounts for the look of horror on her face. Or maybe it's the striped pants she's being forced to wear.

Here’s DeForest Kelley. What a stylin' 70s man he is. So this is what happened when Star Trek went off the air. My career: it’s dead, Jim.

As for the "plot" in a nut, er, eggshell: giant killer rabbits run amok in the desert, kill random extras and bit players, eat everything in the kitchen, send cattle and horses stampeding over cliffs and are finally outwitted by the combined forces of the county sheriff, the National Guard and the patrons of the local drive-in. I will not reveal just how the big bunnies meet their demise. I wouldn’t want to ruin it for you.

Instead, I will say Happy Easter and remember: it’s not nice to fool Mother Nature. Now, what the hell do I do with all these eggs???? Potato salad, anyone?