It’s my first time covering Cannes and I’ve been dropped in the film world’s epicenter, the Hotel du Cap.

It was also the first time I ever lost my cool while doing an interview. A girlhood dream came true: I finally got to speak (and flirt with) Harrison Ford! I harbored an Indiana Jones crush for years, and he was in the same room as me. And I was getting paid to speak with him. Never have I been starstruck, but the adventurous archaeologist did me in. I can’t believe I asked him how often he uses his whip when not filming.

After meeting my favourite movie-man, I returned to the hotel room to find something truly terrifying: someone left a stuffed bunny head in my bed! With a note saying, “If you don’t leave Cannes, Lady Miss Angora is next.” I’m beside myself with worry; I haven’t been able to get a hold of the Bunny-Keeper. Will she be okay? Who would do this?