Mine do the same thing about diving under the bed. It is all a game, at least with mine. Even if not, you are the one with the opposable thumb, here. You are the human, the giver of food, the taker of nasty litter box stuff. You are the boss. If you want to pick them up, and it doesn't seem to *really* bother them, then do it. They have to learn that you are the boss and you do what you want. Harvey and Chester never struggled to be put down past the age of 12-13 weeks. We did whatever. Just hold them and let them hang there, cuddle, make shapes in front of a light bulb for shadow puppets, you know, stuff. Chester was the king of the "Just let me know when you're done with me. Any-time now. Anytime. Let me know." sigh. It was soooo cute. I sure miss that little litter digger. Anyway, I think you get my point. Wait, what was my point. I'm sure I had a point here somewhere. Oh, yeah, you're the boss. Honestly, I think this method makes the most laid back ferrets. Harvey didn't bite or even scratch when a two year old picked her up and didn't want to put her down and squeezed her. She wasn't hurt, but I could tell there were other places she'd have rather been. She was only 11 weeks old at the time. What a sweetie. Sorry this is so long, Later, D [Posted in FML issue 1752]