The single funniest thing one of our's ever did happened long ago. Hjalmar was a kit and we used to get our dairy products from a local dairy, Wagners (Beth here knows them!). Their dairy store was next to a milking barn. Usually our ferrets take readily to travel but Hjalmie did not so we were taking him on short trips, including this outing to the dairy, his first. It was a hot summer day and I was young enough and in shape enough that such a day meant that I was in short top and strapless bra. After our arrival, Steve went into the store to get our supplies and I stayed outside with Hjalmar, only to have a very curious and very elegant gentleman approach to meet Hjalmar. Hjalmie was being to calm down when a cow mooed. Well, that kit headed for the safest place he knew: my shirt. I don't know which of us humans was the more embarrassed when my bra wound up suspended from my waist with a startled Hjalmie sitting in one cup! (Oh, nothing more embarrassing than undergarments showed. We didn't dress with showing bras back in those days.) [Posted in FML issue 3890]