There's no need to worry about a 9-year-old, broken-toed rabbit with breathing problems escaping her pen? Right?

jsled: a w e s o m e
jsled: She climbs up the wall of the cage, to the top, and jumps onto the bed.
me: You. Are. Shitting me.
jsled: I heard her earlier, and she was on the bed. I removed the igloo, my theorized jumping-over point.
me: Hide the fucking car keys, or next thing you know she'll be down at the Price Chopper getting her own greens.
jsled: I heard her again, and she was on the bed. I put her back and waited out of view. She goes to the front corner near the bed... stretches up to the first cross-bars, then scrambles up to the top.
jsled: It's amazing.
me: Does your camera do video?
me: She's learned to climb by proxy. I wonder if I can teach her to belay.