Hunting for Happiness in Easter Eggs

Most of us have fond memories of Easter egg hunts. Crawling through the grass on our hands and knees, scanning under park benches for glimpses of colored plastic, being shoved by some clambering kid who stole all the eggs we had clearly seen first—yes, those were the innocent days when we didn’t know or care about the essentially pagan origins of this holy day ritual.

Now that we’re wiser and taller, would the joy of rummaging through the shrubs for Easter eggs be the same? Today, a handful of Eliot residents met in the courtyard to relive this childhood pastime. Find out whether egg hunts are still all they’re cracked up to be, after the jump.

The hunt began at 3 p.m., with everyone rushing all around the courtyard with plastic shopping bags, cardboard boxes, and other substitutes for baskets.

Lizzy Elrod ’11, who was the main organizer of the event, announced that whoever found the one red egg would win the grand prize. Within five minutes, Andrew Trott ’11 found it under a trash bin. He won a Jesus figurine, but he decided he didn’t really want it and gave it to another egg hunter.

“I’m spreading the love,” he said.

“You’re a true disciple,” Elrod told him.

FlyBy doesn’t know why on earth Trott would give up Jesus, but we’ll admire his benevolence just the same.

By the way, hunting for eggs is definitely way harder than we remember. FlyBy joined in the festivities halfway through the search but sadly came up with nothing. We did find plenty of beer bottles, though.

One girl even brought back an empty vodka bottle. We think she deserves a prize.

Photo credit The Crimson/Michelle Quach