Bunnies Multiply in the Most Terrifying of Ways

How do you know when “collecting” becomes “hoarding?” When there isn’t enough space to move in the house? When more gets added, but nothing gets thrown out, donated, or sold? When it begins to smell?

I have hundreds of books. They are all facing the correct way and are placed on shelves.
I have dozens of shoes. They are on shoe racks or in their original boxes stacked neatly in the closet with the label facing out so I know which are which.
I have 178 bottles of nail polish. They are categorized by color and are kept in 5 color-coded drawers.
I have at least 40 different types of tea. They are all in the tea cabinet.

I’ve been around other people who own many things. I’ve been in homes of unorganized people who own many things. I’ve been in homes of hoarders and in office spaces that look like disasters.

Nothing could have prepared me for The Bunny Museum.

By definition, a museum is a building or place where works of art, scientific specimens, or other objects of permanent value are kept and displayed (wasn’t the house of the Addam’s Family described as a museum in the theme song?). As you read this post, I want to stress the term “permanent value.”

The Bunny Museum is the private home of Candace Frazee and Steve Lubanski. On Valentine’s Day in 1993, Steve gave Candace a plush bunny, as their pet name was “Honey Bunny.” The next day, she got HIM a bunny item. Then he got her another bunny item. And so on. And so on. And so on. As of 17 January 2012, their website says that they have 28,512 bunny items and counting. They also have pet rabbits so the place smells like someplace that has rabbits as pets and very little circulation. Just a warning. I think it added to the experience.

Unfortunately, I forgot my camera on this amazing adventure so all the photos below are taken with my phone. Sorry about the quality.

The items are organized into categories. This shelf and the one above (I think there’s a pic of it later) are the White Rabbit from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

The entry way, 3 rooms, kitchen, and backyard are all open to visitors. 1/3 of the house is kept as personal space but Candace assured us that those parts of the house were also full of bunnies.

This is the “Hong Kong” section. I’m not even making that up.

You cannot bring in large jackets, bags, purses, backpacks, food, drinks…just you and your camera.

Yep, that’s a large bunny topiary and white wire bunny fencing.

No bunny item gets thrown out, even if it is broken. It just goes into the back yard. This one creeps me out so I thought it would make a good Facebook profile picture.

Yes, this one also creepy k thx bai.

Of course the owners have and have had many live bunnies as pets. Here are some paw prints.

Broken bunny dreams.

They have 8 bunny items from past Rose Parades.

Guests are welcome to draw bunnies on the large slab of concrete in the back yard. Chalk is supplied. I did not draw this bunny, but I like it. I failed to take a picture of the bunny I drew however, Candace took video of me drawing it. Again: slightly creeped out.

Salt and pepper shakers. 3 shelves. No joke.

Real bunny! I do not remember the name of this particular bun, but the names of their current living buns are “Open” (Opie); “Road” (Roadie); “Bicycle” (Biker); “Shop” (Shopper); “Incorporated” (Incie). I’m swear I’m not making this up. The owners of the Bunny Museum own a bike shop.

We got to feed the buns the fruits and veggies we brought. There is no monetary admission to the Bunny Museum, but they ask you to bring any of the following to feed the buns: broccoli, spinach, kale, cilantro, parsley, cabbage, green peppers, romaine lettuce (not iceberg), bok choy, basil, mint, apples, cherries, bananas, strawberries, pineapple, pears, raspberries, peaches, and tomatoes. I brought a pineapple and some broccoli.

I like this shot. I used available light for this one. There are a couple of theories between my friend and I about how Roger Rabbit got his neck snapped. I think that one of the evil bunny items that comes alive at night didn’t like how Roger was staring at him, so he went and snapped his neck. OR, slapstick gone horribly wrong. My friend says that she thinks Roger’s wife, Jessica Rabbit, let her bewbs free and the sheer force broke Roger’s spine.

Lots of plush bunnies. Lots of sneezing.

These are the wooden eggs that are issued during the White House Easter Egg Roll. These particular ones are Barack Obama eggs.

These are the freeze dried/taxidermied corpses of former living pet bunnies. Again, NO JOKE. They were the highlight of the museum, for me.

The little brown one on the bottom is posed with his belly up, waiting for a rubbin.’

Actual (huge) chocolate bunny. Shellacked by the owner.

I asked about this one. This is a replica of the standard carousel bunny and that’s all the detail I care to remember right now. Sorry. Librarian fail.

I thought this little guy was so incredibly ugly. I love him.

So, one of the things I learned is that green and pink bunnies are a thing. As you see in the picture, there are many different ones obviously by the same maker but really? Green and pink?

Top shelf of White Rabbits.

And of course, there is so so so much that I didn’t even take a picture of. You should go there. It will change your life.

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  1. Pat the Bunny says:

    Damn, bunnies do really multiply like rabbits.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Doll head bunny and little ugly bunny are my faves.

  3. I need to go here (obviously!) Like your blog btw!

  4. Megan says:

    Thanks to your documentation, I don’t think I ever need to visit. Thanks for saving me from certain unease.

  5. Paul Romano says:

    Sweet weepin’ Jesus on the cross – the horror.

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