Thanks to all who wrote with tips on defying the Obnoxious Little Snot's plant fetish. I chose the only true form of ferret proofing- I moved the *!!@#$@& plant outdoors!! Apparently I'm going to have to move all the books in the house outside as well, because OLS's brother Ringo is currently shoving them all off the shelves to the floor while OLS watches serenely from afar. And Lynda, I don't trust any of them for an instant. The angel status varies wildly from nanosecond to nanosecond. Sweet, adorable little baby one moment, raging tornado hellion of mass destruction the next. (If we could harness the wonder twin power there, we'd have no need for OPEC and gas prices wouldn't be through the roof right now. Go Weasel Power!!!) Like most wonder weenie parents, I have developed a sixth sense for odd ferret noises, or more accurately, the absence of weird ferret noises. Bear (aka Obnoxious Little Snot) is up to his worst when he's very, very quiet. The deepest quiet is often followed by the loudest of crashes and a very guilty look on one little white fuzzie face. Just as a side note- Bear was my first shelter weasel. Judy Wallace at Cloud Nine Ferrets facilitated his arrival in my home a little over a year ago. I can't believe it's only been a year. It seems like his little dancin' self has been with me forever! He is such a beautiful little DEW with true silver tendencies (when he's not covered with mud). What a blessing, even when he's being an OLS! He makes me laugh harder than any other ferret ever has (mainly as I rescue him from his predicaments!). The girls at work ask for "Bear stories" every morning and there is sure to be one. You just have to wonder what his first owner was thinking to have given him up?! Look at all the laughter they have missed out on and the exquisite joy I have had the blessing to benefit from. It was such a positive experience that I added two more from that very same shelter this past January! So thanks to Judy and Mark at Cloud Nine for Bear, Ringo and Jeffry and my house full of joy and chaos! My cup runneth over (and not just because someone stood on its edge). Anne Miesa, Joe, Bear, Ringo and Jeffry [Posted in FML issue 3398]