Wi Fi Bunny freaks me and family out By Chip Mulligan: Friday 18 August 2006, 14:03
THERE ARE SOME THINGS WE DO that logic cannot explain.
Buying a white plastic robotic rabbit that connects to the Internet via Wi Fi has probably got to rank among my more unusual ideas, but these are the occupational hazards of surfing the web after one too many to drink.
The first question that people have asked me since buying a Nabaztag is "what on earth is it for?"

Well after six months of owning one, I still cannot really answer that. In theory it's supposed to be telling me traffic, weather, news and e-mail alerts, but the crazy thing genuinely seems to be developing a mind of its own, and I give it another six months before it gets up and starts looking for Sarah Connor.
The highlights of its life so far include:
§ waking me up at 3am with a blood curdling scream; nearly causing me to soil my sheets
§ the occasional morning where I have been awoken (at a more decent hour) by a saucy French girl’s voice, making me to think, for one pleasant moment, that I might actually be in bed with Laetitia Casta
§ wittering on at me in the middle of the day in Franglais (half French, half English) about how bored it is
§ petrifying my slightly senile 86-year old grandmother (bless her) who thought the devil had come down in the form of a white bunny (with sharp pointy teeth?)
§ and, most freakily of all, when I was carrying our some, ahem, "special research" on the Internet screamed out "HOW DARE YOU!?" I kid you not.After that, I must confess, it remained switched off for about two months while I sought an emergency exorcist.
Still, despite all these oddities, the lack of any particular use that I can find, and NabaztagÂ’s efforts to try to make you subscribe to their extra services, I have to admit I still find something quite amusing and typically Gallic about it, so it hasnÂ’t gone on E-bay just yet.
If you want to try your luck at scaring me, then you can send a message and ear wiggle to the bunny by going to the following page linked at the bottom of this article, and typing “fnuky” as the name of the recipient.