It isn’t Jimmy Carter, and it isn’t Hallowoads, and it isn’t even Herald Crush—by the way, do we still have that party?It’s when the petting zoo comes to town! Or rather multiple petting zoos, to your residential colleges. You think it’s a regular spring Sunday, and then all of sudden you encounter a cooing crowd of students. And you’re like, oh it’s probably some children but you hate children so you keep walking. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you see something strange. It’s a girl insta-smiling and holding up…a baby bunny? In Stiles courtyard?

For whatever reason, residential colleges are overrun one day a year by pigs, chickens bunnies, kittens, goats, and emus. And it’s fucking awesome. You can pet them, pose with them, roll around with them, whatever—for three solid hours, you get to frolic with furry friends.