@ossobuco,
When I was seventeen, long ago and far away, on a summer trip with my father and his crew on locations for an industrial film (also to keep me out of the convent; they called me the script girl, which I bought, hook line and sinker)..
on the drive back to LA from many stockyards and ranches, we stopped in Vegas.
I was all happy about what was new then, the big buffet. My father won $200., and lost it before I could nudge him out of there (money going down a hole back then). I remember looking out the hotel window to the golf course and seeing giant jackrabbits, like some kind of vision. I've never seen one since, but those were huge.