One year, my brother and I woke up on Easter morning only to discover that the Easter Bunny had brought us real live rabbits! Yay! Mine was white, with red eyes. I named her "Fluffy". Very original, I know. My brother got a brown one, which he named "Flopsy". Of course, a few days later, the novelty wore off. Cleaning rabbit hutches really isn't the good time that it's made out to be.
In middle school, long after the passing of Fluffy, I got a new rabbit. A lop-eared named "Cisco" (named after the San Francisco poster on my bedroom wall). This rabbit actually used a cat box, so there was not a hutch to clean. Cisco lived in my room with me, using his cat box and doing rabbity things. Then he peed on my journal and chewed through my speaker wires. You don't mess with a 13 year old girl's music.
Cisco was kicked outside. And he took it personally. He had a huge fenced in area and I only put him in his hutch at night, so the mountain lions wouldn't eat him. You think he'd have been more appreciative. But no. He wasn't. He hated me. If I picked him up, he'd contort into shapes I didn't know rabbits could get into, just so he could scratch me. And that was when I could catch him. He learned many defensive maneuvers. He learned how to throw pinecones. Yes. He did. He picked them up in his mouth and then launched them at me with his front feet. Rabbits may have small brains, but apparently they hold grudges. And they're dangerous. My mom had to go to the ER once because of him. Well, not him exactly, but while trying to catch him, she hit her head on a tree branch and needed stitches. So, it was, indirectly, his fault.
Then this year, for a brief, oh-so-fleeting moment of insanity, I considered buying my children rabbits for Easter. Then it all came flooding back to me. The smell, the poop, the cleaning...I am, apparently, not as good of a parent as my parents are. I really don't want another thing in my house that eats and poops and harbors ill intentions. So, for Easter, my kids got kites and bubbles.
Much easier to take care of.