I like the idea of Heather Champ's Rabbit, Rabbit dictum. This appeals to me all the more because of my dream Sunday night: I was trying to get to another section of the museum, across a big room which had been beautifully and carefully carpeted with live grass. But there were these three big, black rabbits -- not cute little cuddle-riffic thingies, but big, buck rabbits not unlike the powerful beast Gerald holds in that scene from Women in Love.

These rabbits kept getting in the way, pulling at my ankles trying to trip me up. They weren't dangerous per se, but stubborn, powerful, and a little unsettling. I finally got out of the room, and into the big gallery where I had to sneak past the horrible, ceramic Sphinx.