I had a black bunny named Lucy for years. She was a "queen" rabbit and was mean as sin. That didn't bother me. I find the queens very entertaining, except when you have to clip their nails. One day, after Lucy died, there was a black bunny running around free outside of the place where I worked, which was in a residential neighborhood. Knowing her chances of survival weren't good, we caught her and I took her home. She looked just like Lucy, but her personality was totally the opposite--she was as sweet as pie and loved cuddling up next to me on the bed. I had no interest in getting another rabbit, and was going to find her a home. One night, though, when I was watching TV while lying on my bed, with the new bunny next to me and my arm around her, I decided to keep her. The minute I decided to keep her, the new bunny bit me hard on the arm and leaped off the bed! She then proceeded to act like a queen rabbit for the rest of her life, just like Lucy. I am not joking. I, of course, named her LucyToo.