I no longer own my room

So in February I bought a Dwarf Rabbit. His name is Deg (watch the movie Snatch, then you'll get the name). Anyways, my dad made him a "cage" of sorts to sleep in and such, but all he ends up doing in there is eating, drinking, poopin', and peeing. Which is alright by me because I wouldn't want him to be stuck in there in the first place. So what he does all day is just lay around either under or on my bed and run around the room when he feels like it.
He took over the first night I got him. I got home, it was pretty late, so I pretty much went straight to bed. I had Lord of the Flies, that I had to read for school, my Algebra book, and Catcher in the Rye just lying on the floor. Big mistake. That rabbit chewed through the Lord of the Flies cover like nobody's business. He even chewed through some of the cover of my algebra book...and thats a hardcover!
My rabbit is Bunnicula: for paper, quesadillas, and cheetos. He eats any little piece of paper I leave lying around. This morning i was sitting on the floor, enjoying a quesadilla and he literally snatched it off my plate! He ate a whole bag of cheetos by himself, which my sister let him do because "it was cute". The crazy thing is, he eats EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING. And thankfully, doesn't get sick. No diarreah or nothing. He's an evil little sucker because as soon as I notice he's chewed through something important, he'll come up to me and wiggle his little nose and lick my hand for forgiveness...Bunnicula I tell you.