So I left Mom’s house the other night, got in my car (yes, she lives next door and yes, I drive to and from there after dark — shut up! — there are possums out there!), and turned on the headlights.
And BOOM! Rabbits everywhere! It was like freakin’ Stonewall! It was like the 1968 Democratic convention in Chicago!
I told Mom the next day, “And I turned on the headlights and there was this whole … this … there was this … big bunch of rabbits.”
Well I knew that was wrong. So I looked it up. The collective nouns for a big bunch of rabbits are Colony, Warren, Bury, Trace, Trip. It wasn’t a Colony or a Warren or a Bury, because they weren’t underground. It wasn’t a Trace, because I didn’t see a trace of them, I saw a big bunch of them, unnerstan’? So it must have been a trip.
In fact, it was very trippy. If there’s anything trippier than turning on the lights and seeing a big bunch of rabbits, I don’t know what it is, unless it’s a big bunch of rabbits dancing in a line like the Rockettes.
If you’re interested in more collective nouns, just check with The Almighty Guru. I think he’s kidding us, though. A rhumba of rattlesnakes? Really? Really, Almighty Guru?
Tuesday. Fatal Foodies. Sous Vide.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character sees a big bunch of rabbits.