While researching jackrabbits before making the move to make one as a fursona, I was struck finding out they're crawling with parasites. Both inside and out. To the point they're largely inedible and only hunted for sport. On a level that spoke to me, when it came to my depression. I'd describe it sometimes as being eaten out from the inside, like the classic worm in an apple. Perfectly fine and healthy on the outside, but hollowed out completely within; rancid and rotten. I'm getting better.