We have now had a rabbit for about six months, which I guess means the bunnymoon is over and it’s time to get real about how much of a jerk he can be, but why everyone seems to love him anyway.
We did research online and talked to other people before we chose to get a rabbit, but I’m starting to think everyone lied to us. At first we thought maybe Petey has a few more issues because we adopted him, but the more we find out about other rabbits we’re starting to think they’re all just a bit nuts.
My feelings about Petey pretty much change from one moment to the next. Even as I write this I’m not sure if I feel regret or happiness that we agreed to let Milo pick him as a pet last year. When we first got him he was calm, would sit by us and let us hold him without a problem. Then I think he got comfortable and basically all bunny hell broke loose.
He’s chewed wires and cords, ruined lamps and headphones and chargers. We bought protective plastic to wrap around anything exposed. He munched on the corner of our comforter and staked a claim under our bed (growling and lunging at anyone trying to get him out). So we got a child gate to keep him out. (It works really well until you wake up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and you kick the gate with your foot as you’re trying to climb over it half asleep.)
Next he decided to attack the baseboards. Very sneakily, but with such craziness in his eyes. Packaging tape covering the areas seems to thwart him so far, but he always seems to sneak places we haven’t yet taped.
But then there’s that part where everyone seems to find joy from him running around and being a big derp. For example, he hates being held. He literally tries to bite you and ends up attacking his own chin in madness, but he’s still so cute and fluffy.
Last week I about strangled him when he bit a hole in the couch cushion. HE HAS SO MANY THINGS HE CAN CHEW!!! Seriously, he has boxes, paper, cardboard, wires, blankets, carpet…basically all his food groups. I even forgave him when he chewed the back underside of the couch and made holes in the baby quilt I made Milo. But come on rabbit, the one piece of furniture in our whole apartment that’s somewhat nice and you have to chew one of the most noticeable spots?
The next day I still sort of hated him and hoped he’d just die a peaceful but early death, but then the day after I was kind of over it. Maybe I’m learning from the boys to forgive a little quicker. He honestly bit Milo in the face one day and for some reason Milo still likes him. Or maybe I’ve been thinking how most pets are sort of derps at times, but still lovable for some reason.
But lets not jump to any warm fuzzy conclusions, I still sort of dislike him and feel that he could at least kill bugs like a cat does or something. Or love us back like a dog would. But then there’s this too. And this.