The Easter Bunny is a slug

It rained this morning right after the Bunny finished hiding real and plastic eggs in the yard. I saw it bound away, other places to go, and then I saw the rain start.

Since we helped out Bunny by dying our own eggs (our favorite Tie Dyed Eggs - so pretty) then left them in the fridge for him/her (how can you really tell?) to pick up, most of the real work was already done. I realize the Bunny has lots of places to be all at the same time, but I'm pretty sure he/she contracts some of it out.

We had puffed pancake before heading out as the rain came down. We stepped out onto our newly sealed deck (helloooo beading water!) and immediately found an egg. On the deck. Right there. Outside the door. Okay, I was already wondering about the work ethic of this Easter Bunny.


Quite a few eggs were right in one area. Kinda like the Bunny stood in one spot and just dumped a whole bunch of them. Barely hidden, right at the base of a flower or something like that. I mean, put a little thought into it, Fluffy Butt!

With the flurry of activity, I didn't have the camera on the right setting, so the first half of the pictures I took were a bit, well, off. But I ended up liking a couple of them, like this one:

There were about 28 eggs, so by the time we were done, I had to haul the basket from the back to the front yard.

Now, as I mentioned, the eggs went out pretty early this morning. And then it rained. By the time Quinn got out there to collect them, an interesting thing happened. I would say about half of the eggs (the real ones) had a slug on them. Some of the slugs were tiny little buggers, but small or big, they all seemed to have a thing for boiled eggs. Quinn would pick one up, then I'd have to rub it in the grass to get the slugs off.

It was lovely. Apparently we have a bit of a slug problem in our yard. Maybe instead of using other slug killers we should just boil up a dozen eggs and toss 'em in the yard. An hour later, bingo - slug roundup.

And good thing that Bunny didn't hide the basket with all the goodies too well in the house, because after less than ten seconds of looking in one room Quinn said "Oh, I just think there isn't a basket in the house and I will never ever find it." My kid, the optimist.

Easter. It's over. Another reason to eat candy. I love America.