DISASTER. UTTER DISASTER.

We decided to do it this morning - put the two bunnies together for their first meeting.

It looked OK for 15 - 30 seconds as they slowly checked it each other out, then it escalated and escalated and escalated until we had two rabbits in a kicking and biting death brawl on the floor right in front of us. Each of them had grabbed on to each other with their teeth and they were using their large back feet to try to disembowel each other. (Ever see Warner Brothers' Tasmanian Devil? Know that whirling mass on screen that's moving so fast, it's just a blur? THAT was the bunnies.) Carol and I reached in and pulled away a bunny.

It was scary and ugly and much quieter than I thought it would be.

We were devastated. I don't think either of us expected a fight like that. Neither rabbit was bleeding, but both had fur in their mouths and Indy lost a clump of fur from her side (but the fur is so dense it isn't noticeable).

I tried an experiment later on by my self and the two rabbits.

It's Chip, not Indy. Indy looked more inquisitive and Chip was definitely the attacker (neither of them touched each other in my experiment - I stayed with Indy and kept her calm and secure while Chip pranced around with his tail high in the air).

This is going to take time - if at all. I've got a bad feeling that perhaps Chip was a mistake after all. I'm not giving up, We're not giving up. We may have to wait for him to get a bit older so we can get him fixed before this gets attempted full-scale.

I feel terrible.