So, what sounds like snow and ice melting from the rooftop above a carport, attached to the 85+ year old home, like a peaceful combination of slow drips, occasional splatters and light tinkling while it's falling below to concrete and asphalt? Sigh. Five, (yes, all five)?old, grubby free-roaming retired "therapy" ferrets digging out an entire 20-lb bag of song-bird seed onto mom's hardwood floor in the dining room- which wasn't even discovered for at least another hour when dumb & dumber shelter mom goes to let back inside the 90-some-lb G.Shepard, upon when reentering the home, she spies a huge mountain of seed, spilling down the bag, thought to be sealed, and dumped mostly all over the hardwood floor, wayyyy back under, well, as far as anything that I "hide" under the dining room table, and there was damn near a knee-high mountain of seed. Well, at least I got in more workout this am- all those deep-knee squats, bends & lifts. Besides- I hope the birds didn't mind their now somewhat recycled seed. Never underestimate the determination of a grodie old bunch of senile men. Yes, they all still have their appeal... Damn it, I hear... SNICKERING! Stop it right now! Go to bed, you rotten weasels!!! Marlene B. RFRL [Posted in FML 6613]