My two ferrets and I share a room. They are free to run, jump, hop, and pounce everything while I am home with them. I spend most of my time at home because I only have classes three days a week and they are finished by noon. Yesterday when I got home from school, I let the fuzzies out and plopped my self in bed. I was extremely tired because I was up late finishing a paper. I awoke after a three hour nap and was wondering why "they" let me sleep so long. Usually they end up falling asleep on my chest or laying across my neck. So I get up and look in their cage-<not there>, look behind the toilet-<not there>, look in my files-<not there>, look in my dirty laundry in my closet-<not there>.... I looked in all of their favorite spots to hang out. I even squeaked their squeaky toys, and didn't hear the faintest jingle of the bells on their collars. I was starting to panic, where could they be? My room is only so big, with only so many places to hide - Right? At this point I had the ferret's "daddy" helping my search. He finally found them. I have three huge moving boxes in my closet that are piled on top of each other. Some how they managed to get into the middle box. Inside this middle box is computer equipment that is packed for shipping. They were sleeping inside the box, somehow they squirmed their way into the printer. They were yawning, stretching, and looking at me like "So...did you have a nice nap too?" . Man, talk about a good hiding place! Sorry if this story was too long, but I just kept writing, and writing, and writing. Michelle and Adrian & Kina and Kobe Geographical Info: We live in Maryland about eight miles from the DC border. Adrian and I both go to the University of Maryland. [Posted in FML issue 0754]