Well, maybe not the SKY, but the ceiling maybe. Opus XII, a suspected FLO sympathizer, who is usually lost, and the subject one search party or another, has exceeded his prior maxima with a new prank. One day he was found standing on top of the refrigerator overseeing his own search. (I mean a slicky back with no parts, close to the wall refrigerator, not one of those easily climbed things with the cooling fins on the back) This time after hours of looking for those funny scratchy noises that come from nowhere, I looked UP, to see a ceiling tile cocked a little sideways, and this little cinnamon furry head peeking through the crack all covered with sawdust and lint, with that grin usually reserved for the opossum. Another half hour spent grovelling and dripping Linatone in my own face, and Opus returned home. The ferrets have their own room, and their closet (fat chance) has double sliding wood doors. I figgered if I drilled a little hole through both doors and inserted a nice finishing nail that any human could open those doors, and no ferret would EVER move them. Shucks, all that did was PO the SO, who couldnt get in to get Opus OUT. So if you don't think ferret-proof is an oxymoron, and you're real proud of your ferret proofing skills, drop on by, I've got a real challenge for ya. It can only be the FLO's official worm-hole through time and space. (Space is a hoax perpetrated by the sellers of time) Regards from the Dook-ee, Bob [Posted in FML issue 1509]