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When I was a teenager, we stayed at a campground in Maine that had bunnies. Hundreds of bunnies, and totally habituated to humans.
They could hear a cereal box open, and they'd come in a mob to demand treats.
They'd follow you to the outhouse at night. Dozens of bunnies, a couple metres behind you, enough to make an audible rustling noise as they moved. When you came back out, there's be all these little faces, waiting expectantly.
It was unsettling at times, but super cool.