“"Pooh," said Rabbit kindly, "you haven't any brain."..."I know," said Pooh humbly.” - Winnie the Pooh

Does is say something horrific about my psyche that instead of thinking "aw, look at the cute little bunny?" my mind was actually imagining the damage that those little bunny ears could inflict upon any potential muggers/bag thieves/bogeymen who came my way? If it's in any way a mitigating factor this was closely followed by overwhelming feelings of cuteness...