You know that little nagging sense of everything is too calm, almost serene, like a gentle balance has beet attained? That's when the monkey, I mean Ferret wrench for us ferret passioned people, seems to muss up the works. Yesterday, the kids run the house, tustling, snarfing a treat here and there, playing with toys, and generally doing all things ferty.then the quiet of all tired fuzzies needing a rest, and finding their favorite spots to curl up. Maybe a good time to put everyone in their cage? In theory this is still a calm thing, as we snuggle tired ferrets, lovingly kissing their little heads and tucking them into their comfy hammies where they curl up to snooze. Then my daughter screams from the living room where our cages are" Mom, come quick, Lollies stuck.!" I run in to see Lollie with her head stuck in the holes of the laundry basket that I thought for sure none of my ferties could even get their heads into...how wrong I was. She must have been checking out the laundry basket, as this was fuzzy laundry day, and they help me fold. She must have gotten in after I left the room and since shes short and the basket is deep, tried to get out through the holes in the side. I ran to the kitchen, grabbed scissors, and came back, telling my daughter to try to calm her, while I cut from one hole to the one she was stuck in. I then was able to pull the plastic wider so my daughter could pull her out. Thankfully, she had no booboos, but maybe a sore neck, so we'll keep an eye on her. Ferret Wrench......blood pressure skyrocketed..... meditation or medication needed....... but then today, i feel nothing could give a problem, we've had our excitement for a while I can relax.... Ferret wrench.... I hear the distinct sound of a triumphant ferret carrying a plastic wrapping that came around my tuna cans, and my spouse had accidentally put into the recycle bin. I jump up "Ham!" yes his name is Ham... Hamilton to be exact and if he's really been naughty.... He hears me yell his name, sees me jump up, and bolts for the sofa, where he stashes his treasures. I'm thinking...plastic in the tummy .... bad...gotta get it. I enlist the kids. we pull the sofa out....no wrapper. Hamilton flying squirrels me from behind, like "tricked ya Mommy, You can't find it, It's mine!" then we have to turn the sofa on its' back to really search. there is no cloth bottom on our sofa, that only lasted 'till someone found a hole and made it big enough to hide in, kind of a makeshift hammy. well, I checked the runners on the sides, and finally found it stuck up inside where the arm of the sofa starts. That and.... a 35 mm film canister, the remote from the old vcr, several stuffed animals, and a couple socks..... hmmmmmmm. Found the motherload.... breath deep, put the can wrapper in the bag for non ferret proof items to be recycled. (Our ferrets love shopping the recycle bin so we make sure that only ferret safe items are put in the bin. Although....I think Daddy needs some retraining!!) anyway... blood pressure up again, refuse to think there will be a peaceful moment, 'cause I think that the Ferret Wrench homes in on such thoughts...... Here's wishing you all no Ferret Wrenches, Cindy and the 8 Dobbin, Zoe, Ham, Cheese, Dora, LolliePop, Oliver,and Che'pe' with our Little Marvin on load till he improves health We're all here, except some of us who aren't, Though some of us who aren't all here, are..... [Posted in FML 6706]