My history with the Easter Bunny is short, so here is a quick rundown.
Preschool age: my great grandma took me and my brother to meet the Easter Bunny. There were tears.
Middle school age: the Quik Bunny did something for Easter and I recall it involving chocolate. There were tears.
Young adult age: I received a chocolate Easter Bunny with peanut butter. There were tears. Of joy.
Now adult age: Huge Jackman in Rise of the Guardians.
That's about it. I don't really celebrate the holiday (not as a way of being disrespectful, but because I forget about it happening each year).
So, thanks to the internet, I can now justify my tears. Here's a video slide of creepy Easter Bunnies. Warning: this is playing Nine Inch Nails' "March of the Pigs," so you know...a word may offend you.