I guess I should say thanks Dom, whoever you are.
As promised, I put that tremendously fantastic movie Night of the Lepus in my netflix queue and now I have it in my hot, sticky little hands. I thought it would be good because I mean come on, it's giant rabbits, giant rabbits eating people and more giant rabbits. But this is far better than anything I could ever have dreamed of. You can hear the bunnies coming because they have their own soundtrack: some sort of weird bubbling water sound, heavy breathing (like that creepy stalker you see in movies who calls and then sits on the line panting) and guinea pig sounds. It's amazing. Plus Janet Leigh ages a year a minute, by the end she looks like a skull with a barbie wig perched on her cranium. The rabbits live in an abandon goldmine, get blown up by dynamite, set on fire, live in a gas station, eat several families and single spinster-types, chase/kill horses, chase/kill cows, get taken out by the army when they are electrocuted on railway tracks. When a rabbit kills a person, it doesn't bother to leave any scratches... or really any wounds at all. Instead it covers it's victim in gallons of red paint and, as an afterthought tears a few holes in their pants and maybe removes a shoe. After the massacre of rabbits in the small town, I'm sure the price of fur coats plummeted.
First: The Tri-tail.
Next: Removal of the offending hair = infinitely attractive mullet.
Mmmm hair.
Shorter...
annnddd shorter. Plus, you know it's a great hair cut when hair winds up in Jessie's mouth
Ta-dah! Fini.
This is how mummy and dad want the new house to look like in the end. Mom wants me to post this so that people don't think they're crazy. 
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