... started off as the most adorable, sweet natured thing. Now you can't go near it without it growling or biting. Even H wears gardening gloves to pick it up. H is going to work today and I'm wondering how to get the flipping thing into the run to clean out its hutch, but today that's the least of my worries.
Anyone else had one like this? How did you overcome it? I think we're doing all the right things - talking to it, pushing baby carrots through the bars of the hutch, but the truth is it terrifies me. Anyone with any advice?