It's 1984, I'm 8 years old , and my parents have pulled out all the stops for my birthday party. We've got Funyuns, Kool-Aid in every flavor, and a spaceship-shaped cake. But the real surprise is a guy dressed as Bugs Bunny, meant to be the highlight of the day . When he appeared, I felt my excitement turn to dread. This wasn’t the Bugs Bunny I knew from TV. The costume was horrifying—matted fur, lopsided eyes, and a creepy smile that sent shivers down my spine. And then he spoke, not in Bugs’…