The eggs are finally up.
I know, right, it took me long enough, but considering my new found inferiority complex concerning eccentric German men and their holiday traditions, it's an Easter miracle I put up an egg tree at all this year. And here is the thing: this isn't even half the collection.
There are more.
Because I'm a hoarder.
An egg hoarder.
Don't you judge me!
Some of these eggs are ten years old. No idea how they have made it this long because Lord knows I'm about as dainty as a rhinoceros and these eggs should have been smashed ages ago.
It's a rabbit.
Technically, it's a bear dressed as a rabbit.
Actually, technically, it's an animal cracker container dressed as a bear, dressed as a rabbit.
This is what happens when paper mache collides with an animal cracker addiction.