One week on and he is still alive. Every morning I go out to his hutch I brace myself. I'm sure I'll get over that but it's irritating. He is starting to get a little bit of confidence now, exploring more when he is out of his hutch. JC isn't really great with him yet, he wants to clap him like he does the dogs but doesn't realise that he is much more fragile than two 20kg boxers.