To the person who is losing socks to the fuzzbeans (sorry, I forgot your name!): We know what you are going through! Our female, Remi, who is sadly no longer with us, used to love socks! We eventually got a very large rubbermade garbage can for a hamper, thinking finally we were one step ahead of her. We were wrong. I awoke one morning to a strange scratching sound, and I mean strange even for a ferret household! I put on my glasses and looked up to see Remi leaping for a pant leg which was hanging just over the edge of the hamper. The little stinker finally made it, as I watched and laughed in amazement, and a minute or so later, out she climbed with a sock! I tracked her down, and discovered that this was not the first time she'd made it in--about a dozen socks which had been put into the hamper were stashed under the couch. So we figured she could smell them and had the usual ferret-foot-fetish but more intense. But the smell idea had to be discarded when she stole a whole bundle of new socks we'd bought for my husband. She also had to do some serious climbing for these, and they were not in a spot she normally cared about getting to. She just had this strange love of and ability to find socks! And as if this weren't bad enough already, she got seriously militant about her socks when she was pregnant, finally resorting to trying to take them off of our feet! She definitely earned her name, which was "Remington Steals." (We had to have something to go along with "Magnum, Ferret Investigator," after all!) (And, just for those of you who were worried, no, her untimely death was not caused by eating socks.) Adrienne, Barry Magnum, Faux-Pas, Snafu, Carlin [Posted in FML issue 1468]