On my last journal entry I took a quiz and found that "lots of little bunnies" were the "size of my problems". Or something like that.

Anyhow. Yesterday my sister was driving herself, my little sister and I to play practice. (My sister and I are paid actresses, my little sister is a paid lighting technician.)

So... my sister was talking to our mother on the phone while driving and was particularly stressed out with basically everything. We were driving to the wardrobe building when OUT OF NOWHERE a little bunny hopped out right in front of our car and was killed. My sister started screaming about how bad she felt and I cringed at the "bump" I felt when she ran it over.

I don't really know exactly why I'm posting this... I just thought it was ironic that my sister accidentally ran over a bunny right after I did that quiz.