The Death of a Bunny

Little Lindt Bunny has been sitting on my table since Apr. It was the very first gift that Adrian gave me. I remembered she was exchanged at the balcony of The Ogilvy Centre with a Cola flavoured lip balm. I had just returned from Hong Kong and a chocolate Easter bunny was a pleasant surprise. It all seemed so long ago.

I decided today that her time was up. Her death certificate at the bottom read 'Expiry: Aug 2009'.

I know that she would rather make an impact on my tastebuds and waistline then die a moldy existence on my table.

As part of the mourning, I documented her slow delicious demise....

This is her in all her gold foil glory

In her Birthday Suit.....

First to go....her ears.....

She's got no brains!!!

Since she doesn't have a brain...why does she need a head?

At this point there were exclaimations of "You ate your rabbit!??!"

YES I DID. AND SHE WAS GOOOOOOOD.

R.I.P little bunny. You did good with your existence. Maybe i'll see you again next year.

All that's left of my Lindt Bunny....

I feel strangely melancholic now that she's gone and I do miss her a bit