You think egg hunts are for kids? Wrong. They are a competitive sport for adults who haven’t had enough dopamine since Christmas. Find a local park. Watch as parents turn into feral velociraptors, dive-bombing bushes for a foil-wrapped strawberry cream.
My surprising fact for you: the world’s largest Easter egg hunt held 501,000 eggs in Florida. Imagine 501,000 tiny, sugary grenades. That’s not a hunt; that’s a calorie apocalypse. If you attend one, bring a map, a tote bag, and zero shame.
