The bunny chronicles: Cleaning, chasing and more cleaning

Saturday marked the one-week mark in my care of the rotten little beast. This meant two things: one, that I was patient enough not to throw her in a stew, and two, her cage was getting stinky enough that it required cleaning.
So, after a nice, leisurely breakfast, I got around to cleaning the cage. I tried coaxing the beast out, but she just thumped her hind leg and cowered in a corner. So, I scooped. And, I scooped. And, I scooped some more.
Then, I hit the bunny pee mother lode and begged for God's mercy.
No such luck. So, I continued my scooping, chasing the bunny out of her corner. I tried to catch her, but she just hopped to another corner of the cage.
Rotten little beast.
After about 15 minutes of scooping, the cage bottom was just about bare, except for the occasional pellet and hay. And the beast.
I reached in the cage with my right hand and got her out of her corner. As she bolted for another corner, I snagged her with my left hand, secured her with both, then finally extracted the beast from her lair. I put her aside for a moment, and the beast had a mind to go right back into the cage. Luckily, I managed to close the cage before she could get back in.
So, the beast expressed herself by leaving a small, brown round little gift before hopping away.
Rotten little beast.
With that finished, I procured some wet paper towels to wipe down the bottom of the cage. I knew the beast was close by, ready to take any opportunity to return to her lair, so I made sure I blocked the entance completely as I cleaned.
Finally, it was time to put the fresh bedding/litter in the bottom of the cage. My friends left a little bit for me, but I didn't think it was enough to cover the whole cage bottom.
So, it was time to shop at the pet store.
But first, I had to return the beast to her lair.
You'd think that with the amount of effort it took me to extract the beast from her cage, she'd be anxious to return.
You'd be wrong.
I checked around the apartment, finding her underneath my kitchen table. So, I walked by the kitchen area, and she promptly hopped near her cage. I get her within about two feet of the cage, and she bolts back under the kitchen table.
So, I repeated as required. After about five minutes of shouting at the beast, she finally hopped back in her cage as I ambled after her. She got the last word with another mighty hind leg thump, though.
With the rotten little beast secure, I headed to the grocery store to pick up some veggies and then to the pet store to pick up her bedding/litter stuff and a wooden chew toy (for the beast, of course). As the cashier rung up my purchase, I of course had to tell my tale of woe about the beast and her urge to destroy.
The cashier sympathized, saying one of her rabbits destroyed her favorite shoes, which is why her rabbits now live outdoors.
There's a thought.
So, I got back home, and once again, the beast didn't want to leave her lair. So, I just chunked in the bedding around her, but some of it landed in the carpet in front of her cage.
Now, with a fresh cage and a new toy, the beast was sated. I, however, was aggravated by my toils.
Then I realized how I could get my revenge: more cleaning.
I have a pretty good vacuum cleaner. It's powerful, picks up lots of stuff, and it's loud.
So, I plugged in the vacuum cleaner, put it right in front of the cage, and hit the on switch.
The beast didn't like it.
She may have thumped, but I couldn't hear it above the vacuum cleaner.
This was the best cleaning ever.
Satisfied with the thorough apartment cleaning, I got ready to head out for the evening.
The beast then chewed on the cage bars, indicating she wanted to come out again.
So, on my way out, I walked toward the cage, reached for the door, then stomped my feet rapidly, scaring the beast back into her corner.
Rotten little beast.