I love odd and funny names. The most recent one I’ve come across is Bad Bunny. I love it both because it’s an odd and funny name and because I’ve been a longtime fan of bunnies and have had them as pets for many years.
So, because I’m an odd – and sometimes funny – person, I spend time musing upon odd and funny names.
I don’t know anything about Bad Bunny except that he’s in the music world, and I’m guessing it’s not the classical music world. I haven’t done any research on him because that would spoil the fun for me. I don’t know if he’s married, if he’s straight or gay, if he has children, etc. And I don’t really want to know because I just want to have fun.
In some of my musings, Bad Bunny is married to a woman and they have children and are called to their school, maybe because the kids are in some type of trouble. Would the teacher address them as Mr. and Mrs. Bad Bunny? And would Mr. Bunny say, “Oh, please, please, just call me Bad.”
And about the kids – should they exist – what are they named? If they have a boy, they might as well call him Bugs because you know that’s what his classmates will call him anyway, at least when they’re dunking his head in the toilet. And if they have a girl, they might name her Easter or Angora.
And speaking of Angora Bunny, I actually once had just that – an angora bunny. She was adorable, and I named her Daphne. I loved Daphne and would walk her on a leash just like a puppy. My then-fiance wouldn’t let me get a puppy, but I caught him in a weak moment regarding a bunny. We were living in Australia, and I didn’t have a work visa or car, and I was home a lot. My plea went something like this: “Oh please, oh please, can’t I at least have a bunny? You’re at work so much and I’m all alone.”
After much pleading, I got Daphne. My fiance fashioned a cage for her out of chicken wire. I swear that the open squares on the wire were only about 2 or so inches square.
And yet there I am reading my newspaper when I look up and see Daphne. Daphne! Yikes! How in the heck did that happen? I put her back in the cage and pulled my paper up so I could just peer over the top of it. And then I saw it. I saw Daphne squeeze her bunny-body through one of the squares. It almost made me sick to watch, but there it was.
Time went by and somehow we didn’t get around to getting a cage for her. Unfortunately, Daphne developed an annoying habit of chewing through the cords of our fax machine and computer. And so, perhaps, Daphne would truly deserve the name Bad Bunny. In fact she deserved Bad, Bad, Bad Bunny.
Diane Duray is a Laguna Woods Village resident. Contact her at dduray47@gmail.com.
