Dear Ferret Folks- Last night my husband and I were both bushed. We lay in heaps on the couch in front of the television like beached whales. I was almost asleep when I heard a faint crunching noise, and my husband began to speak softly, matter-of-factly. He didn't even open his eyes. "There is a ferret in my bag of taco chips." (Long pause, followed by a tiny rustling noise from beneath the end table.) "Get out of my taco chips." "Get out of my taco chips." "Get out of my taco chips." (One final crunch and rustle, followed by the sound of fur slithering over plastic. Then, the patter of little feet running away.) Alexandra in Massachusetts [Posted in FML issue 3715]