Jim wrote about Nibbles dragging her ball around by scooting it under her chest and backing up. This is how many mustelids transport eggs (according to a segment I saw on the Discovery Channel some years ago). Case in point, I used to take my Bobbin to the park by a lake. One day she popped out of the brush around a tree with a duck egg, and proceeded to scooch backwards with it to the carrier bag to hide it. I was about to die laughing when we were both interrupted by the arrival of a furious mother duck, racing across the grass, wings flapping, quacking and hissing, neck outstretched. Knowing Bobbin would be on the losing end of this battle, I snatched her up and beat a hasty retreat. The mother duck then rolled the egg with her beak back to the nest. I then gave Bobbin tennis balls at home, and she spent many hours scooting them backwards under her chest. My other ferrets preferred to simply push balls ahead of them with their noses. Bobbin was a champion bug-killer in the house, and once caught a snake (about 1 foot long) on the back patio. Unfortunately, her hunting instincts were not THAT good because she started eating the snake tail first without first completely killing it. My dad had to put the poor snake out of its misery. Erika (and Misty and Sasha and Lizzie) [Posted in FML issue 1189]