I came home from the supermarket one night after work last April, and there was this little red bunny wandering around outside my apartment building. My sister has had rabbits for years, so I already knew enough about them to recognize from his body language and behavior that he was lost and confused, not a wild rabbit. We rarely have wild ones around here, and they're never red like this little guy. He was wandering around tasting the grass and leaves at 10 pm, trying to find something he could eat.
I tried to approach him, but he was shy at first. So I put down my grocery bags, pulled out a baby carrot, and tossed it to him. He didn't know what it was at first, but he figured it out pretty quick. After a few minutes (and another baby carrot), he let me come close enough to pet him, and I was able to grab him when he wasn't expecting it. I brought him into my apartment, then had to figure out what to do with him.
He was pretty laid back at first, wandering around my living room sniffing things. I closed the bedroom door to keep him from getting to my computer wires and stuff (which I still do). He marked territory a little bit with a row of poops along one wall of my living room, but mostly, he picked a spot behind my chair in the dining room as his primary spot to do his business. Seven months later, that's still where his litter box outside the cage is located.
That first night, I couldn't get ahold of my sister for advice, and animal control said they'd send someone for him in the morning as long as he was under control for now. I still had the box that my last computer came in, so I put him in that with a towel and a bowl of water, and I locked the box in a tiled closet, so he wouldn't be able to damage my carpet or get out overnight, even if he chewed through or jumped out of the box (both of which he did eventually do, since it took me nearly a week to decide I was keeping him and buy him a permanent cage).
But I didn't have anything to feed him but carrots, and I knew you shouldn't give them too much carrot. Luckily, the one good thing that came from calling animal control was that they asked if there was a 24 hour store near me where I could get food, which reminded me of the 24 hour Walmart near my apartment. So I went and bought him a big bag of bunny pellets (the smallest they had was 10 lbs!) and a water bottle that he never did figure out how to use. Watching him dive into those pellets, after he'd been much more tentative about eating the first carrot, confirmed that he knew what pellets were and that he'd had them before, so that definitively confirmed my suspicion that he wasn't a wild bunny.
I ended up never turning him in to animal control. I put up a couple of signs in the neighborhood, and let the management of the apartments in my area know I had him, but nobody ever came looking for him. Given that this happened a week after Easter, I'm assuming he was somebody's "Easter Bunny" that got dumped.
And Flash has been living with me ever since. My vet thinks he was probably 4-6 months old when I found him, which fits the theory that he was intentionally bred for the Easter season, so that makes him just about a year old now.