kill the wabbit

So a few months ago (around April 15th, to be exact) my friend at work got a solid milk chocolate bunny from his girlfriend's mother. For Easter. And, since he's a good friend, he decided to bring the bunny to work to share it, by putting it on the Shelf of Opportunity.

What's the Shelf of Opportunity, you ask? It's the place where all the extra or unwanted (or just plain old bonus) food goes when you've had enough of it. At the moment, there's a granola bar, two packets of oatmeal, some cupcakes, a cookie, a can of juice, a bag of potato chips and a fruit roll up. When the candy machine gives you an extra candy bar, you put it on the shelf. When your boss brings you back some treats from a meeting, you eat what you want and then put the rest on the shelf. And conversely, when you want a snack, you visit the shelf. It's a very egalitarian system, and works very well for us here.

But the bunny was too big for any one person to eat all by him or herself.

And he had to be stored in a plastic bag so that whenever we were ready to eat him, we'd have a sanitary container in which to beat him up.

That day finally came today, nearly two months after the bunny's arrival on the shelf.
With an oversized stapler, two law books and some elbow grease (derived from pure stress), we reduced the bunny to a shadow of its former self:

And then we ate it. (I got the head)
And man alive was it tasty!

Usually, I don't particularly care for my job. It's boring, dull and very much beneath me. But on a day like today, I wouldn't trade it (or my friends at work) for just about anything!