I'm sat thinking and most my naughty rabbit stories tend to be done by one bunny! :lol: I remember when I first got Barney and would bring him indoors to exercise in bad weather... We thought he was 'holding on' in terms of going to the toilet until he went back into his hutch. We'd put litter trays out, newspaper, etc. to try and encourage him not to hold it in. Anyway, he kept making a 'den' out of this massive gold bag my dad had left in the hall, which seemed fair because it was dark, hidden and fairly warren like. Then one day we moved it (my dad never used it) and as it tipped, MILLIONS of little rabbit poops came rolling out. :lol: I think my mum, my sister and I all just stood gaping, all open-mouthed and shocked.
He's also killed the telephone once. :roll: Another wet day and he desperately needed cleaning out, so I took him into the living room with my parents. Kept impressing on them how important it was not to take an eye off him. Then they got peeved and snapped they'd be fine. And THEN they yelled at me to buy them a new phone when he neatly bit through the wire. I felt that was pretty unfair really! It wasn't like I didn't warn them to watch him - which they didn't do, as they never saw him kill the phone, just put two and two together afterwards.