I väntan på 'Year of the flood'

"Across the clearing to the south comes a rabbit hopping, listening, pausing to nibble at the grass with its gigantic teeth. It glows in the dusk, a greenish glow filched from the iridicytes of deepsea jellyfish in some long-ago experiment. In the half-light the rabbit looks soft and almost translucent, like a piece of Turkish delight; as if you could suck off its fur like sugar. Even in Snowman's boyhood there were luminous green rabbits, though, they weren't this big and they had'nt slipped their cages and bred with the wild population, and become nuisance."

Ur Margaret Atwood:s Oryx & Crake