[Death by Mirrors]

Granted. Time rewinds to an alternate reality: your bunny is pregnant. And giving you signs. Lots of signs, to be precise. Like that letter on the breakfast table saying "Guess who's having quintuplets!" (I'm sure your bunny didn't deliberately want your parents to read it first and freak out about it, thinking it's you). Or the huge "Preggo" cut in your front lawn (You still have no idea how she managed to operate the lawnmower). Not to forget the thirty-two sticky notes ranging anywhere from "Have you arranged my baby shower yet?" to "My back hurts. Massage please!" - and how on earth did she manage to switch your phone's ringtone to Rock-a-bye Baby? And of course you're by far not the only one to notice all these signs. This very bunny is on her way to an internet phenomenon... when all she truly wanted was to give birth in a quiet spot. She probably hates you now.

I wish for the detection of the first intelligent extraterrestrial life form to happen somewhere during the next ten years.