Fear Ferret Folks- Last night we sent the ladies out into the house to play for a while. The world on the OTHER side of the babygate is apparently much to be desired. After a few hours it got to be bedtime for hoomans. This meant it was time for the dreaded weasel round-up. Yup, I have to go around and look in all the special spots to see if there is a weasel sleeping there. Back of the closet, laundry piles, fleece jacket on floor, nothing. No weasels. Finally I realized that Switch, da little imp, was following me from place to place, about two feet behind my heels, silent as a shadow. Oh, very funny. One weasel down, one to go. Where was old Aunt Sabrina, she of the deep sleep? I went back to the closet, back through all the laundry, shook the fleece jacket out again... no Sabrina. I shook a full box of Cheerios and walked around. No Sabrina. I have Switch tucked under my arm and she has this smug look like " You don't have Saabrinaaa, and I'm not gooona tell! Hee-Hee!" Finally, I'm in the bathroom, and I hear this teeny... tiny... little sigh. In the medicine cabinet beneath the sink. I get down on the floor (not the first time weasels have made me crawl, and probably not the last) and open the door. There, I saw a jumble of toilet cleaners, dry sponges, multi-bar packs of Ivory soap, and a heavy duty ziplock freezer bag with a tail hanging out of it. My heart stopped for an instant, but there was no damage done, just an open ziplock bag with a whole, happy ferret asleep inside. Except for her tail, which was hanging out. She was a very happy ferret, a damn happy ferret, in fact. She had emptied the bag of a large number of carded samples of Prozac that had been there for years, and was probably getting a contact high from the residue. I picked the bag up and she raised her sleepy little face up, and began to shake, as a newly awakened ferret will do. And I imagined her saying in a happy, T.V. announcers voice as her little teeth chattered, "Introducing-New! Weasel Freezin' Bags! Now Freeze a weasel anytime in one of these deluxe vinyl carrying cases! Oooonly $19.95 plus shipping and handling! But wait! There's MUCH more! Order in the next ten minutes and receive TWO weasel Freezin' Bags!" Moral of the story: don't forget to keep your drugs out of reach. Weasels don't need Prozac. They are already happy. Alexandra in Massachusetts [Posted in FML issue 3763]