On an interesting note: I live in the country, and have occasionally had problems with mice deciding my house was nicer than their own. Today I came home to find a very dead, and obviously killed, mouse waiting for me by the front door. I suspect a worshipful present from one of the fuzzies. I'd think it was the new boy, since I haven't had a dead one before, but it's in an area that only George ever gets to, so it was probably him. Genetics and feral traits rear their head... Jen [Posted in FML issue 1593]