Apparently not in my house. I went to retrieve food from the oven only to scare the fur off a mousie on top of the stove. Sigh. She ran away before I could grab her to put her outside. Before I have heard scratching in the wall by the bathtub, while I was in the bath tub. That episode sent me searching for ferrets for over two hours as Treska had a hiding place I didn't know about. And said ferrets have made themselves a home in the pile of laundry by the laundry area, which is in my kitchen. So why do I have a mousie on my stove? Lol. Oh well, I think I scared it more than it scared me. She was very small too, just a little thing. So I guess my ferrets hunting for their own food is definitely a joke. Of course, the mouse probably thinks it has gone to heaven with kibble and water around, as well as an occasional dropped raisin. Maggie [Posted in FML issue 3999]