Hildy, Michael’s rabbit, has discovered that SOMETIMES the cage door is not always fully secured on the bunny cage. She’s also discovered that, in those instances, she can grab it with her teeth and work it back and forth until it opens and she can come out. She’s also discovered that the kids sometimes drop oatmeal at breakfast and that, if she makes a stop under the table, she might have a lovely oatmeal snack. Then, too, the rug in the dining room has great traction and makes for a superb track to race around multiple times at top speed. AND she’s discovered that we can have a tough time getting her back to her cage once she’s in the front rooms of the house, what with her predator-avoidance instincts and all.
This means that we sometimes come back from being out or come downstairs from putting the kids to bed and find a bunny on the loose. (Gypsy, being a well-behaved bunny (like Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail), would never deign to leave the cage unless invited, and sometimes not even then.) Generally, I just leave her until she gets tired, because once that happens, she’ll go back without too much of a fuss.
When we first got the bunnies, I wasn’t really into the idea of “house rabbits.” Poop, I thought, and pee. Nope. No WAY. However, and I’m hoping that putting this in writing is not going to change everything, we have yet to have a bunny accident outside of the cage since they have become fully box trained. No joke.
So I don’t worry about the escapism too much. I prefer it to happen while we’re in the house so that we can secure the parts of the house that aren’t so safe for bunnies, but really, it’s pretty cute to look up and see a happy bunny hopping about.
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