I sold the bunny seat, but it came back on its own. I heard a pounding on the back door late one night, and when I opened the door, the bunny seat was there, lying on the back deck. Somewhat afeared, I tossed the seat in the garbage outside. The next morning, the back door was slightly ajar and the bunny seat sat there on my kitchen table. So I put the seat on a shelf in the garage, and when I went out the next day, the bunny seat was on a bike while the original seat for that bike was nowhere to be found. I listed the seat on Craigslist, a guy showed up and bought the seat, but three days later I again heard that same familiar pounding on the back door. Again, the bunny seat was there. I called the guy who bought the seat, asked for his address so I could bring the seat back to him. There was silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds and then the guy mumbled only, "No, you can keep the seat," and then he hung up. All of my other bike seats are now unexplainably disappearing one by one.
Beware the powers of the bunny seat--once you have one, you will always have one...
