I was one of the Glendale residents caught in the “Bunny Sting.” I would have appreciated the lesson learned and accepted my traffic violation with humility if I had understood anything about what happened at Garfield and Central avenues (“Sting like a bunny,” April 1).
All I know is that I saw a huge bunny on the side of the road (and no, I had not had any alcohol for lunch). He appeared to be flailing his arms around, and as I slowed to a crawl he came toward me. Alarmed, confused and unsure of the bunny’s intentions, my mind made several — what I feel are valid — split-second decisions.
In these economic times, it briefly occurred to me that someone in a rabbit suit could use this method to approach a car at an intersection, momentarily disorient you and car-jack your vehicle. My other thought, as a female, is that this would be a way to slow down a driver, jump into the passenger seat and commit a violent crime.