Bunny Season

Yesterday I had the profound realization that when I got home from work, for the first time in what seemed like ages, my front porch was still bathed in sunlight. This can only mean one thing: this godforsaken winter is drawing to a close.

The time between winter and spring is awesome. Not only are the days getting progressively longer and warmer, but also my favorite day of the year sits in this weather limbo: the first day of bunny season.

For those of you who don’t know what bunny season is, here’s a quick definition.

Bunny Season n. [buhn-ee see-zuhn]:

1. The season following winter and preceding fall. See also: spring/summer.

The first day of bunny season is when there is a sudden spike in the percentage of women “laying out” in various grassy patches on college campuses all over the country.

This is the time of year when people start to come back out of their shells. No longer needing to hibernate, people begin to venture outside, play sports, and generally frolic about. So what activity should we, my LHF brethren, partake in? Maybe soccer? Jogging? How about a little game of touch football?

Nope, no, and you’re crazy. There’s only one thing to do on nice days in early spring: Porch sit.

Porch sitting is the ultimate LHF pastime. Zero effort, no excess money spent and, particularly during bunny season, huge return on time invested. A warm day hanging out on the porch with a cooler full of delicious light beer and burgers sizzling on a nearby grill is good old-fashioned fun. Adding in the extra awesomeness of bunny season kicks it into nirvana territory.

This Sunday will likely be warm enough to coax out some of the braver individuals, who will likely suffer through a 50-degree day just to get an “early base”. Look for them in the evening, sprinting back to their sorority houses in Daisy Dukes, as the temperature drops back into the sub-arctic territory. Plenty of entertainment for a good ole’ porch sit.

You know where to find me. And yes, it's BYOB. IVH.