Schwinn visited us when we lived in Mojave.  He'd been out hunting and somehow managed to shoot himself in the leg without knowing it.  Yeah.  I know.  Whatever.  Anyway when he got back in his truck, apparently he figured out that he'd been shot. 

Well, after surgery, a guy can't work right?  So, instead, he drove to California with one leg up on grandma's station wagon seat and using his left foot to work the gas/brakes.  (Hearing how he drove a standard stick shift with that broken leg and only one usable foot was interesting.)

A day or three later, he and dad were discussing how difficult it was to get a jackrabbit.  I'm guessing the cast probably didn't help his cause but Schwinn was probably too doped up on pain meds or something.  Yeah.  That's it.  Sure.

Now I dont' remember WHY Schwinn looked up rabbit in the dictionary.  It had to do with the whole conversation about this wily rabbit he couldn't get, but looking it up never did make sense to me.  You can't shoot a rabbit so you look it up in the dictionary?  I digress.  I'm good at that. 

So Schwinn flips through the pages in the favorite family dictionary and eventually finds the word.  We wait expectantly as he reads, "Rabbit- genius leapus.  WOAH!  That explains it!"  We roared as Dad shook his head and said, "Genus lapis, Schwinn."

Genius Leapus...  I wonder about the dictionary definition for Schwinn?

Schwinn:  Shootumus Podiatrus.  One who shoots himself in the leg or foot.

Yeah.