Unlike Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny didn't make pre-holiday visits when I was a child. Or if he did, I never had the opportunity to sit and chat with him. And I'm thankful for that. It might have scarred me for life. Because these are creatures that have undoubtedly spawned untold childhood trauma.
Sure, some appear innocent enough.
While others can't disguise their malevolence.
While others are accompanied by equally disturbing "friends".
And despite attempts to project a friendly image through the media.
They can't completely mask the evil within . . .
. . . which has been observed to manifest itself in threats of physical aggression.
Even pets are not safe. It's okay little fella. Keep telling yourself: "He's a vegetarian. He's a vegetarian."
the horror continues . . .