Hi all, Well, after a VERY long drive in a REALLY slow U-Haul truck with A LOT of stuff packed into the back of it, I've finally arrived in Ca-ca land. I ended up moving from Daytona Beach, FL to the SFO East Bay area after all. Took I-40 most of the way, and the guy at the "Agricultural Inspection Station" insisted that he look in the back of the truck... grrrrr I was not happy with that, but at least I had made the decision to put my little ones in back of the driver's seat covered with a sweat shirt--totally invisible to the prying eyes of the "Agricultural Inspectors." It was actually kind of funny how lucky I got--there's this guy wearing a badge, leaning on a box with the words "Ferret Playpen" printed all over it asking if I had any other animals other than my cat. I really question the validity of the "Agricultural Inspection" when I am "forced" to have my property searched. They could care less about "Fruits or Vegetables." I think the real issue behind these "Agricultural Inspection Stations" is to find contraband. Bastards! Anyhow, on the topic of food stashes, I have had my little guys in Ca-ca Land before about 2 years ago for the summer. When I moved back (was going to University in FL), I had to clean up all the junk that was in my bedroom to make room for the junk that I had aquired over the past 5 years of living in FL. Well, behind my dresser (which was a favorite "hidy-hole" of the two when they were last here) I found... About A CUP OF OLD, STALE, FERRET FOOD! Wow! I haven't even gotten to the closet yet. It scares me to think about what I might find in there! Dooks to all, Chris [Posted in FML issue 3049]