Sunday morning Michael and I heard a noise from the ferret room but thought little of it as they have a big plastic jar that makes a similar sound when pretzel pushes it around the top of the cage. Mike left for work and I went to take my shower. Going to check on the ferrets I see Pretzel making his way down the hall. He saw me and made a bee line for his room. <Gotta Hide, Gotta HIDE> I closed him in the room, and went ferret hunting. Kit Kat ran into the living room and under the couch- hopeless to try to get her out. As I left the living room she followed me and I was able to corner her in the bathroom. <Ah, Mom, I was just having fun!> Two down and two to go (or so I thought). I figured at this point it would be best to put the two "caught" ferrets back into the cage. As I did so, I see Pickle and Twinkie sticking their heads out of their sleeping bags. Pickle: <What, what's going on?> Twinkie: <(Yawn) What's all the racket?> I guess Kat and Pretz were on a stealth mission and did not see fit to bring the other boys alone. Kat: <You snooze, you loose.> Once I secured the latch (silly me, forget to latch the door and expect them to stay put.), Pretzel proceeds to push on the door. <What's wrong, it worked before?!> Frustrated, he picks a fight with Kat. Settling down, I am sure they are planning their next escape. Heather [Posted in FML issue 1230]