Hello to all- I figured now would be as good a time as any to quit lurking in the shadows and tell you about our latest escapade. My wife and I decided to go camping this last weekend and did not want to leave our two boys home. I rigged a cozy hammock in a large pet taxi and away we went. Weezer and The Mooch wound up being the life of the party and single-handedly convinced a couple of non-ferret owners to become ferret owners. Anyways, the real fun started about 4:30 in the morning. It was kind of cold so I told my wife to get the boys out of their cage and put them in the sleeping bags with us. Needless to say they both went straight to the foot and then right out the tops of the bags.They danced around for a little bit and then all was quiet. We checked the door and sure enough, they had unzipped it and escaped. Well, 4:30 in the morning on the Oregon coast is cold, so out I went barefoot in nothing but my jeans completely frantic. The Ferret Gods were with us that night because Little Weezer was standing right outside the tent acting for all the world like this was a stupid idea. About three campsites down was The Moochsitting in front of a dying campfire. We warmed them up and wrapped them up in their ferret camper and they decided that would be a great place to spend the rest of the trip. Yes, we do plan on taking them with us again but, this time they will staying in the camper most of the time. Tony and Brenda Weezer: Told you it was a bad idea! The Mooch: Don't make me smack you! [Posted in FML issue 1625]