"That Bunny is dynamite!"

From what we hear, many of you have been horrified by the our use, or as some have stated, our abuse, of bunnies. For strictly silly reasons, bunnies became the leitmotif of the blog. But let me put your liberal hearts to rest. No American bunnies were hurt by us with bullets or otherwise. In fact, during the last leg of our trip we even put ourselves slightly at risk to save a bunny. The event in question was quite surreal.

After visiting Yellowstone park, (about which I shall report in a future blog), we decided it was time to haul ass homeward. So we put the petal to the metal on Interstate 90 somewhere in Montana. This eventually took us in a south-easterly direction back through Wyoming. America is quite sparsely populated in these states and this section of highway was practically devoid of traffic.

We filled up with gas in Buffalo, WY at about 11:00pm. I had enough of driving at that point, so B took over. B loves to drive! We got back on the I-90 and drove for an hour to Gillette, WY without seeing a single vehicle on our side of the highway. There weren't many cars or trucks traveling in the other direction either.

That in itself was quite strange. But to make things more interesting mother nature was putting on an electrical storm in the distance. Every one or two seconds lightning strikes lit up the horizon to our left. No rain was falling on us, but a wind was making itself felt.

The lightning didn't stop. And still no cars were to be seen either in front or behind us. The whole scenario started to resemble a clip from a David Lynch movie. We wondered maybe there was a good reason why there were no cars on the road. Do other people know something we don't? Is there a huge storm on the way?

And there was the bunnies. Dead bunnies. Sad, but true. I-90 that night was not very bunny friendly. Numerous bunny carcasses had the highway looking like a macabre canvas of jack-rabbit destruction. Some made it only a few feet on to the road. Others made it half-way, before some driver/performance artist, whose tires, which the laws of physics momentarily transformed into grotesque, deadly paintbrushes, smeared fur and blood into the asphalt.

But not the artist who was driving our car! Driving in the left lane, B spotted a fury creature hop into view from the left. SWERVE TO THE RIGHT. Saved! No one was driving behind us so that bunny probably made if off the road. Kukos to B! However, if there was traffic next to us, swerving would have been out of the question.

After that B stayed right in the middle of both lanes to allow for extra reaction time. At one time our headlights reflected back from the eyes of some deer on the side of the road wondering if they should risk crossing.

After an hour of living through this David Lynch movie we decided to pull off the highway at Gillette and stay the night.

Let me now provide a more balanced view of bunnies for those who think they can't be anything but cute and angelic.

I ask that you recall a scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

You may remember the point in the film where King Arthur and his Knights suffer a defeat at the fangs of a killer bunny who was guarding a cave. More than one Knight of Camelot met his end there. This promted King Arthur to remark, "That bunny is dynamite!"

You never know. What would you do if you saw this little fellow hurling towards you? Would you squeeze the trigger of your Magnum .357 or your Ak-47?