First of all, thanks to everyone who has sent such good wishes our way. I wish I could email every single one of you but there isn't enough time to do that and look for Tasha. But please know how much we appreciate it. Tasha is still missing, although we had a possible sign she is still around -- last night someone came to the front yard carrier and ate a bit of food, making a very ferrety-like mess! But we haven't seen any poops or anything, so we can't confirm. It's just miserable, all I can think about is my poor baby out there in the heat, scared and hungry and alone. Each day that goes by makes me a bit sadder, as I realize the longer she is out the higher the chances we'll never see her again. And yet we keep hoping and hoping that she'll come back. Dave rigged up her favorite tube (those clear 20 ft. ones) from the carrier in the back yard to the hole in the porch screen where she escaped. It reeks of her and she sleeps in it usually, so we're hoping this will spur her on to come back to us. I swear I will never take them for granted again, if only Tasha will return. Amy, Dave, Sarah & Paul (and their gaggle of ferrets, not giggling now) RIP Ian, Elektra, Claudia & Sidney [Posted in FML issue 3845]