I was in Petco today, picking up treats and playing with the newest litter of babies. Cute as can be and sooooo tiny. I was tickling tummies and cuddling as usual. Everything going great, you know the scene. So, a lady was telling me how much she liked ferrets, but was afraid of them because the bite. So, of course, I go into how sweet they are and gentle and all. I'm cuddling this little angel up around my face, like I've done a hundred times with dozens of ferrets. My sweet little baby grabs my neck and hangs on. So there I stand, tiny fuzzies hanging from my neck. Trying not to freak out and scare him. He's doing his best to get an even better grip on my turkey whattle neck! The lady I had been telling how nice ferrets are, and what great pets they make, is having a heart attack. I turn to my husband and say "a little help here please". At which point he pried (literally) the jaws of this little fuzz butt off my neck. I scruffed him and petted him till we both calmed down, while keeping a good watch on that little mouth. What an experience! It's 12 hours or so later and I still have teeth marks in my neck. Lesson learned, don't let strange ferrets nuzzle necks. ;D Shelley the nipped [Posted in FML issue 4102]