My ex and I were at a company Easter picnic and there was going to be an egg hunt (planned by a non-parent) with one specially-marked egg which would win a live white rabbit -- Parents started walking up to the planner and telling her that SHE would have to explain to the winner, if it was their kid, that they couldn't have the bunny after all.

Long story short, we took the bunny home, locked it in the hall bathroom for three days and it picked a corner as it's habitual potty place, where we put newspaper. Had bunny for half a year or so, with dog, but bunny started chewing on all sorts of stuf and decided that since it was up on couch, it could pick new potty...

One Saturday, when as Dave Barry would put it, "There may have been some beer involved in this", I saw a small, unknown to myself or neighbors, child walking down the street pulling little red wagon. I asked the kid if he liked bunnies, then if he wanted one -- Last I saw of the kid or bunny was them turning the corner with bunny in wagon... Bet that kid's mom never let him roam again!