Some of you may remember Psycho, our 3-year-old, deaf, jeep-pulling, potato stasher. A while ago he made what is possibly a record 21 consecutive, uninterrupted (except for a scratch) potato runs from the kitchen to the bedroom. The other day I was in a grocery store and saw one of the biggest potatoes I've ever seen in person. Cost me 48 cents. At .29/lb, figure it out. When I got it home, Psycho freaked right out. It took him a couple of minutes to get it out of the potato bin, and then he couldn't even lift it clear of the floor. He dragged/bumped backwards it all the way to the bedroom to join the others. The point of this is, I'm convinced he's secretly a supplier of armaments to the FLO. He's stockpiling weapons. But maybe somebody can explain to me how exactly a ferret can use a potato against his enemy, other than leave it to rot in an inconvenient place? Stan, Terrie & Jen, with Mookie (getting his teeth cleaned today), Psycho, Cecil & Cocoa in Toronto [Posted in FML issue 1508]