That Wascawy Wabbit!

I hated that rabbit.  It wasn't even cute enough to be called a bunny.  Why is it that when you go to the pet store all the little bunnies are so cute and you pick one that just seems so sweet, but then when you get home the cuteness act wares off.  It's no longer cute.  Sure, one day you let it out of it's cage for a hop around the house, ya know, to get some exercise.  That's when it happens.  That little evil puff ball has the nerve to bite you! Let's just say when this happened to me I screamed.  I tried to get it to let go, but of course that effort was to no avail.  I picked that dumb puff ball up and started twirling it in circles, but he still wouldn't let go!  The thing has some grip.  I finally pried the rabbit off my hand to find teeth marks that had broken the skin.  I immediatly thought I'm going to die from getting rabies from this stupid thing.  Great.