Madrabbit, your name jogged my memory. Back in '76, I was on patrol in my '74 Galaxy, about midnight on a late spring Sunday night. Something stopped in front of my cruiser and I immediately called my dispatch (we didn't have 911 back then, that was years later). "25, Dispatch". "Go ahead". (Our city dispatch was Budd C., RIP, and he was our internet. He was a walking encyclopedia and when we needed some kind of weird info, he was our go to person.) Continuing: "Budd, how big do rabbits get?" He answered, "Barry, some rabbits get pretty big, why?" "I have one looking at me over the hood of my cruiser right now". Budd replied, "You must be on Peach Street." "Affirmative," I replied, "How'd you know?" Budd answers, "Mr. XXX raises Himalayan Giants and one of them must have escaped." Did I mention that it was a dark and stormy night with an approaching thunderstorm?