I was line drying my clothes like any very conservative young man would back in 1998.
I remember watching the little white rabbit crawl under my chain link gate and look over at me. For whatever reason, I knew this little rabbit was evil to his core.
Within a minute of stop and go hopping toward me, I found myself fighting for my life. I don't know how to describe the aggressive nature of this little rabbit, but I might as well had been fighting against a wolverine.
I was kicking him and he would run back for more. He was a relentless attacker and I didn't think I was going to survive. After fighting against this demon possessed rabbit for a few minutes, I managed to make it to my door and escape certain death.
Two days later, I picked up an unwanted Great Dane named Tiger and I never had to fight for my life again.