Easter Eggsposé: Sunday, Squirrely Sunday

The Alameda Daily Noose and I have warned you what would happen if we allowed this city to be Soft on Squirrels, but did you listen? Well, not hard enough, it seems. Otherwise, the horror of this Easter Sunday would not have happened. Forgive us, we need a moment to collect ourselves, since the very memory of our recent encounter makes it difficult to type.

It all began innocently enough, with a traditional neighborhood egg hunt. All of the fine Alamedan children on the block were gathered for the usual post-hunt group photo with their respective baskets full of colored eggs and candy. The Alameda Daily Noose and I were absorbed in the adjustment of our official news photo equipment when a piercing scream nearly caused us to drop the light meter!

"My bunny! It's got my chocolate bunny!" came the heart-rending cry. We had only time to wheel the camera around and snap the horrifying photo you see here before the panicked tide of parents herded all of the precious little ones inside to safety, sweeping us along as they fled.

Mercifully, none of the eggs were damaged. Neither was little Madison, nor her friends Cheyenne, Albuquerque, and Fresno. Thanks to the quick actions of concerned Alameda parents, both Easter baskets and egg-hunters had been saved, but for one brave, chocolate bunny. If the Squirrel-Coddlers get their way, we may not be so lucky next time. Will it take the loss of a child's ears to make them wake up?