I was taking an afternoon nap when I was awakened by my parents yelling for me to come downstairs. Ugh... so I crawled out of my bed and went downstairs. My mother said "Hey Sara, we've got you something." and pulled out a bag from behind her back. When I saw it I thought immediately... "Eww... please don't let that be what I think it is."
It was indeed what I thought it was... the bones of a rabbit. This was one of those nightmare moments, the kind where you really want to run away and cry, but somehow you just can't bring yourself to move. As I stood there, still unable to move, my mother began explaining how she obtained the rabbit.
Apparently my parents went to visit my aunt while I was sleeping. My aunt's dog had killed a rabbit it was chasing after, decided it didn't feel like eating, and left it. My aunt, instead of burying the poor creature or doing something to dispose of it's body, decided to just leave it there. Weeks went by and the rabbit decomposed.
So as my parents are visiting, my aunt tells them this story. For some reason they decide to investigate and see the bones from themselves. Once they see the skeleton laying there, their first reaction is to decide to put the bones in a ziplock bag and present it to their vegetarian daughter when they get back home.
And that's what they did. This leaves me to wonder just what could possibly be wrong with these people. Apparently they thought this was the most hilarious thing they had ever done... may god have mercy on their souls.