I was cutting carpet pieces to line the new, five foot tall cage, and slip! the swiss army knife closed on my finger. Ick. I felt the damn thing hit the bone....but after a dizzying moment of noticing exactly what muscle looks like, I decided against the er trip (I'd had a tetnus two years ago; it closed quite nicely, I have grad-school insurance (read: none, really...)) and bandaged and splinted it and watched er instead. These little fuzzy things are STYLIN' ....this cage is six levels, fife feet tall, fully carpeted, multiple hammocks, and a wonderful little basket with a pillow in it we bought today. And two or three drops of my spilt blood on the carpet. I think I'm qualified to be a ferret archetect now....but am typing one handed.... Laurel _________________________________________________________ ** "You don't like those ideas? I got others..." --Marshal McLuhan ** Laurel Gilbert [log in to unmask] American Culture Studies, BGSU, Ohio http://www.bgsu.edu/~lgilber/ [Posted in FML issue 1460]