Oh yeah, maaaany times.. the one that stuck the most with me (and my fiancé likes to makes fun of me for it, after over 5 years).. well.
At the very beginning we were living in his childhood bedroom and I recently
rescued adopted the rabbit from his sister.
Let's just say the room was pretty small and we let the rabbit free roam 24/7. I always cleaned up all his toys that he threw around
during the day. One night, I had to go to toilet really bad and I remember that me and my now fiancé had a argument before, so I was
pretty damn mad already and stomped out of the bed.. Right onto a corner of a wooden toy of my rabbit. It cut open the bottom side
of my feet, I couldn't walk properly for at least 2 weeks, but luckily it naturally healed. I cried for a good 2 hours of pain and at the same
time couldn't stop laughing about how dumb that was from me to stomp hard on the ground in the middle of the night, blindly while
knowing there could be a toy (I felt the rabbit sleeping on me, so I was sure that I couldn't accidentally step on him).. at least it broke
the ice between us after the argument v:
I still have the toy all those years later and the corner of the wooden block is perfectly flat