My little one is growing up fast, but then don't they all? When I brought him home he made this bear cub sound which is how he earned his name. When he'd get tired he'd come & lay up by my neck & lick it & then try to nurse. Within the first week of his being here he made his first great escape. The front door was put in new last summer & it doesn't shut properly, you have to slam it. Grizz is allowed out in the other rooms with me in the mornings so he has extra out of cage time. The big boys are running around in here then. Apparently when I put the bucket of litter on the front porch to take to the dumpster later on, the door didn't shut tight. I am busy & then I hear the clear sound of birds calling back & forth, which should have been muted. I go to look & sure enough the door is open. I notice I haven't seen Grizz in awhile. I look all over calling his name & no Grizz. I panic & run outside calling him, no Grizz. Back inside frantically looking & calling, nope. Back outside calling, then I hear the sound of a little bear & look up & here comes Grizz running as fast as his little legs will allow from towards the west where the aviary & birds are. His whole body fur was all poofed out & he was so happy to be back with mama. Not near as happy as mom was to have him back. If he had gone south as far as he went west, he would have been dog food. Mom took him outside in the old ferret pen to dig. He didn't know exactly what to do so I showed him. The next day he was found in my plants that are in for the winter, digging happily away, dirt flying all over. He learned fast. Then I found him in another plant called a egg plant. Not eggplant. This is a fruit that is suppose to taste like melon, he had eaten half of one already. He still doesn't weigh a pound & he was dragging a 5 pound bag of potatoes across the floor trying to hide them, after sampling them of course. He loves fruit. He acts like he is starved & I do mean starved when he smells fruit. And this has transferred to his treats also. I had a bag of pears on the table & missed him & found him on the table, where he had put a hole in the bag & taken out a few of them, they all had bites taken out of them & he was about half done on one. He has pounced on tangerines in the refrigerator when I had the door open & I had to pry him off. He can smell a grape before I close the refrigerator door to give it to him. Last night I was eating a plum when he was out of his cage, BIG mistake. He attacked the plum while I was holding it. I had my PC mouse in the other hand & inadvertently clicked on something & I looked to see what had happened & he snatched the plum away. I tried to catch him but he ducked into a tunnel & I couldn't get him. He finally came out with part of the plum, a small part which was all that was left. *sigh* I scruffed him & man I have never heard such a racket from a ferret before! Barking, not just one or two little barks, but continued barking combined with hissing & growling. I finally had to use a towel to get the plum away from him, which I wouldn't have done but he had already had eaten most of it. It was like trying to take a piece of meat away from a wild....bear. And that is how he is with any fruit you give him or his treats. I have to throw the treats into his cage before putting him in otherwise he just goes wild to snatch them away from me. It really is like he is starved & will attack anything to get & keep it. Has anyone else experienced this? It isn't like he is just eager to get it, he is SAVAGE. He isn't starving by any means. He has & eats his chicken & Superior Choice & judging by the output is eating good. He was probably at the most 7 weeks old when I got him on December 31st & has always had food available to him. Tommy still wants to tear him apart, but the other day I opened the bottom of Grizzly's cage while he was still asleep up above. Tommy went in & found him & after sniffing him & not having Grizz run from him, lost interest in him so hopefully they will be together soon. When Grizz first came he was put in tiny cage but as he got bigger I moved him into a full sized cage. Before this, he was running around in here & must have got tired, climbed up, over & into his cage & put himself to bed. The top was open. He will still put himself to bed when he gets tired. He is Grizz the Whizz! Lynn & Clan War Weasels [Posted in FML issue 3318]