And then hopped off into the distance all teeth and ears. And as I watched his cute little fluffy tale bound out of sight I decided I no longer love that bunny the way I thought I did last Thursday. Back then it was all excitement and frivolity, in fact I’d go as far as saying I was once suffering from what was swiftly proven to be a preemptive case of F.O.M.O. (fear of missing out). I missed out on nothing and instead involved everything in large quantities.