The Egging: The Hunt for a Fabulous Easter

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Easter is always interesting in our home. Matt’s family lives in Latrobe, PA, which is several hours away, and more of my family lives in Colorado. This makes engaging in our typical Easter family traditions a bit difficult. However, about five years ago, we had an idea. We decided that since we weren’t able to provide an Easter egg hunt or even watch one (without seeming creepy as all get out), that we could surprise other adults in our neighborhood that may find themselves in our position.

Christian and Kara were new to our neighborhood and we also knew that they were Catholic. This made them the perfect target for our first “egging”. While they were at church, we snuck over to their house and hid Easter eggs. It was so great to watch their faces when they got home to a surprise visit from the Easter Bunny. That wonderful reception encouraged us to try it for the second year and so on and so forth.

Over time, we did have to establish some rules for ourselves in order to make sure that there “eggings” would be received well. Here are some of the rules:

  • They must not have any children in the home. We don’t want to take away the joy for parents to create their own Easter egg hunts. Plus, there’s the whole issue of food allergies to consider.
  • They cannot be retirees or those with mobility issues. This rule on the retirees is loose, but we are really making sure that we aren’t giving someone a chore instead of the intended fun. No one wants to come home and relieve that they have to “clean their yard” because someone decided to throw an impromptu Easter egg hunt.

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Funny story: Matt and I made this mistake once with one of our neighbors. The neighbor was retired and had no idea that the Easter egg hunt was for her, so she didn’t pick up any of the eggs. The squirrels in our neighborhood decided that they would. Her yard became littered with pieces of plastic eggs, that Matt and I had to pick up (well, we didn’t have to, but we felt guilty as hell). We were reminded to add rule number two everyday from the Spring through that summer, but the six lbs. squirrels that were lumbering around our neighborhood. Evidently, they don’t metabolize chocolate well.  Our neighborhood Cooper’s hawk was probably quite appreciative.

  • They need to know us. This is important because they need to know that our goal is not to be pushing any religion onto others. They need to know that our goal is to provide them with a surprise and fun. Because this is our Easter tradition, it can very easily mistaken for a form of proselytizing. Everyone who knows us is fully aware that this would never be our intent.

This year we decided to Egg my ex-coworker’s (Katie) home. I had found out a week before leaving my previous job, that she had moved into the neighborhood literally next door. I know that she is Jewish, but we have been coworkers at two different jobs together (weird, right?), so I knew that that she would take it as intended. The day prior, I texted her suggesting that I stop by her house so that our dogs could meet (thereby ensuring I had the right address). On Easter day, I texted her to see how things were going. She mentioned that she was working, but that her wife (a police officer) was at home asleep from her night shift. I poked around a little about the concept of Easter and she mentioned that she always thought Easter baskets were fun. And there was my indication this would be a go. I asked her what time she would be getting off of work. 1:30. Plenty of time to egg her house and get home.

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I had not scoped out her house prior to filling the Easter eggs with candy. It was quite the surprise when we got to her house and there was virtually no foliage for us to hide the eggs in. We also knew that she had dogs, so hiding any in the backyard would not be appreciated (dogs are let out to use the bathroom, find eggs, eat chocolate, and one vet bill later there are several angry texts that show up in my phone- no one needs that).  Luckily, with the use of Matt’s height, we were able to hide several eggs in tress and even a special one in the backyard, placed especially high to ensure no dogs would get to it).

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I texted Katie around 3 to see her response (hoping she did not believe that she was victim of Christians trying to convert her through fun). I was so thrilled to see that everything was received so well! I live for these reactions. I love surprising people with gifts and fun activities. Life can become so mundane and boring, and these little surprises really add some color and life into someone’s day. I definitely love to get the feedback too. It makes me feel great to know that I have lightened someone’s day, even if it is just for a moment.

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After the egging I went to get my hair cut and colored at Filiz Hair Design. I really enjoy going in and seeing Omer, my stylist, and Kaila, the receptionist. They always take an active interest in what’s going on- especially with the adoption. It’s nice having support from people who have no vested interest in your efforts. Plus, they are always so fun to talk to!

Matt and I spent the remainder of our Easter playing board games with our friend Bobby. Part of any Christian tradition for Matt and me is inviting Bobby over for games. Matt and I joke about how we always spend our Christian holidays with our Muslim friend. That said, it is reciprocal. We usually break fast with him at least one evening during Ramadan, which is a great excuse for us to big out (despite our lack of fasting).

We hope all of you had a great Easter Sunday, and if you don’t celebrate Easter, we hope you had a very fun and/or relaxing weekend!

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