THE TV SCREEN GLOWED PINK IN basement darkness. An animalistic squeal echoed out of the surround-sound system my dad had installed as an early Christmas gift for himself. The squealing became grunts, pulsing from the speaker that shared shelf space with a gilt-framed photo of my grandma Nonna. Her rosary was hanging off one corner of the frame.
Two rabbits (oblivious to the voyeur who was lurking in the shadows, taping their carnal pleasure for future analysis on Animal Planet) humped with reckless abandon. Their speed and ferocity made clear their single-minded objective: Get laid, as quickly and as often as possible.
Never mind the fact that you’ll have a litter of bunnies in a month, I thought. Fuck for fuck’s sake.
If only it were that simple for the rest of us.