Greetings all-
 
Baxter has proved to be an daredevil teleporting flyboy with an attitude.
Late last night while I wasn't looking, he managed to get up onto my balcony
rail and dig in all my flowerboxes.  Like that wasn't enough, I'm thinking
his enthusiasm must have unbalanced him, because he *fell off the balcony*
three stories down into the bushes.
 
I only noticed because it got so quiet.  After ripping the place apart, I
raced down the three flights of stairs into the garden under the balcony.
With his rattle toy in one hand and whistling incessently, I peered into
the darkness.  A few minutes later- an eternity- Baxter came slithering out
of the bushes aiming to steal the rattle toy from my hand.
 
He's fine, not even a scratch.  I think I'm the only one that has
post-traumatic stress from this.  I see he managed to sneak onto my computer
yesterday and post about the jeans.  Now he's falling off balconies.
 
My thanks to all who recommended training ferrets to come to a sound or
whistle.  It probably just saved my ferret, and turned what could have been
a tragedy into a scary but funny story.
 
Ariel and the bodacious Baxter
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"Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what
you have."    - Doris Mortman
 
Ariel White                                      [log in to unmask]
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[Posted in FML issue 2338]