My worst SND incident happened the very day I brought Amelia home from the pet shop. I carried her hoome in a cardboard box with airholes punched in it. On the walk from the pet shop to the Metro, she was quite noisy trying to get out, but once on the nice warm Metro (this was early December) she quieted down-- too quiet! All the way home I kept fighting the impulse to open the box and make sure she was ok. Every- body else on the train kept their distance from the crazy woman talking to her cardboard box... So, I arrived home and carefully opened the box on the living room floor. Amelia was all curled up, but I couldn't really tell whether she was breathing or not. I tried talking to her to wake her up, but of course this had no effect. So, I picked her up carefully and-- her head just rolled backwards off of my hand and I thought OMG I've broken her neck somehow-- then just as I was about to throw myself out the window she woke up, yawned, took over my life and began creating the sort of mayhem that only a two month old ferret can create. There's nothing on earth that sleeps quite like a sleeping ferret. Except maybe underwater Imus. Shua, the Lesser Known Fourth Warner-- you have one of the most elegant sigs I have ever seen. Just wanted to say it. And Bob-- ROFL from your mink story-- what a variation on "if life gives you lemons, make lemonade"-- "if minks pierce your ears, put in earrings!" Regina, trying to train Amelia to grade midterms for her Amelia, gleefully interpreting this to mean she can burrow thu piles of papers and mix them all up-- "sorry, undergrads, but my ferret hid your midterms" [Posted in FML issue 1365]