They’re enormous. One year my son gave me - for unknown reasons - a Flemish Giant rabbit for my birthday. The thing was huge, and, worst of all, it was male, so it pounded on the ground at night looking for sweeties. Those drumming bunny feet could get through anything and wake you up.
Fortunately, I found somebody who bred them and wanted this charming buck, so I was able to wave goodbye to him as he went to a better home with all the girlfriends he could wish.
Son,bunny gone to a farm upstate!
Lucky bastard. I’m envious.