One Easter when I was a kid, my sister and I were very suspicious about the whole Easter bunny thing. It didn’t seem too plausible and we were suspicious that our parent’s may have been the real ones behind our egg hunt. We needed proof that this bunny existed. Our dad had a plan. He was going to rig his camera up to a trip line of sorts so that when the bunny went hopping through the house we would get a picture of it. So we went to bed, eggs in baskets and carrots out, anxiously awaiting the morning to see what happened. Up at the crack of dawn we headed down stairs and our trap worked! The camera was knocked over, eggs hidden, carrots nibbled. FANTASTIC! We could hardly wait for dad to develop the film. By that afternoon we had all the proof we needed. I still have the picture, it got a bit faded in the past 25-30 years, and the scanner doesn’t do it justice but here you are:
I don’t care what other non-believers say, I have all the proof I need!