Rachael,
 
Grendel, our oldest ferret, is a pepermint fiend.  He can find a
piece of mint candy anywhere and he gets pretty rabid about his minty
treasures too (if we try to take it away from him, either to unwrap
the piece of candy and give it back or to give him a smaller chunk,
he'll hiss and thrash wildly).
 
 
The most amusing thing about his addiction though is that he tries to
hide it.  He'll find a piece of candy and run under the bed with it.
He's not too sly about it...making a lot of noise unwrapping and
chomping what's usually a piece of hard candy.  Since this usually
happens in the middle of the night, I'm dead asleep and can't rouse
myself to supervise much more than to yell out "Grendel, are you
being bad?"  At which point he stops eating and runs up onto the bed
to show me he was being good ("Uh, me?  I wasn't doing anything.
See!")  The problem is, he'll exhale on to my face.  Nothing like
cool minty breath to give a rascally weasel away.
 
Oddly enough (but then again, aren't ferrets always odd?) Gilbert and
Boomer think pepermint is ok (I sometimes get extra kisses from
Gilbert after brushing my teeth) but Miss Lily acts as if it were
poison.
 
Grendel, Gilbert, Miss Lily, Boomer, and The Ferret Box Cleaner
 
[Posted in FML issue 0734]