Maybe they're tired of staying at home every weekend playing World of Bunny Warcraft

I'm not a big reader these days. It's not because I don't like to read. It's really just because I find more enjoyment creating things than I do appreciating other people's creations. I keep myself busy with so many things that it just doesn't leave time for things like novels.

Not reading them, at least. There's a nearly finished novel manuscript sitting on my hard drive waiting for me to finish the final edit and send it to somebody.

Anyway, most any reading I've done in the past five years or so has occurred at Barnes and Noble while either waiting in line to buy coffee or while enjoying a coffee during my breaks when I worked at the Olive Garden. Thus, I rarely had time to actually read a whole book, so mostly I'd pick up interesting looking books off the display tables and skim them for the really good parts.

Of all the books I picked up during those bookstore cafe visits, the one funny one that sticks in my mind is "The Book of Bunny Suicides: Little Fluffy Rabbits Who Just Don't Want To Live Any More."

Maybe the price of carrots has skyrocketed to the point where these bunnies are struggling too hard to make ends meet and see no other solution but to end their fluffy little lives. Maybe they're tired of staying at home every weekend playing World of Bunny Warcraft while all the cool bunnies are off procreating like.. well, like rabbits.

In any case, these bunnies are hilariously creative about ending their lives. Toasters, DVD players, rockets, blenders, weightlifters, fat people... There's seemingly nothing in the world that a bunny can't use to off itself.

Plus, they're just too adorable, even as they're preparing to crush their own skulls, saw themselves in two, or dissolve themselves in acid.