The funny thing about bunnies.

The funny thing about owning a bunny is that you can't ever really train him/her (in my case, her.)
I mean, Banana knows right from wrong but chooses on her own terms when she's going to listen (or rather not listen most of the time.) It's fine, except for the times when I have to gently prod her to not do something over and over and over and over again.

Instance #1:
Putting your head where it does not belong:
This keeps happening lately whenever I have a drink near her general vicinity. She'll try to drink whatever happens to be inside (that she finds to be pleasantly pleasing) and because the liquid is so low, she'll start by sticking her head inside the rim. This is always followed by her dunking her head inside the glass. But, it is a huge bunny head and that glass is not that big so it always just to happens that her head gets stuck a few times.
I push her away....only to see it happen 5 more times.

Instance #2
Starring at me creepily while I surf the interwebz.
Anytime I'm on the floor with my laptop Banana will inadvertently rest her chin on the top of my computer screen and stare at me. It's weird.
I push her away.....only to see it happen 5 more times.

Instance #3
Going inside my closet
Banana is absolutely not allowed inside my closet. Being a bunny she is apt to nibble on things (although she dosen't nibble all that much) I'd still rather not take the chance. I don't always keep my door closed, as sometimes I forget. During these times it's only a matter of minutes before I hear a stealth bunny butt sneaking into the closet and rustling around. I either say a ster "HEY" or prod her out. She knows this is wrong, I know she knows this is wrong...and my proof is that whenever I go to get her out of the closet, she bounds away joyfully only to return a minute later if I leave the door open.


God, I'm such a sucker.