Dear FML, This is for Scott Springer, who wrote asking about ferret treats. Ours don't go for the raisins or peanut butter either. They go crazy for those Snaffers Chicken Treats, though. The only time sweet Jerill bites me is when he is trying to get his Snaffers. Just the other day, I put a bit of mashed banana on my finger, and offered it to Tom. He rarely takes food directly from my hand, but he lapped it up. Do keep trying. When Jerill was a baby, he wouldn't touch Linatone (can you imagine?), but now he loves it. Some things may be acquired tastes. The latest chapter in the saga of Jerill the Acquisitive involves his new-found passion for tupperware. I have been letting our threesome into a cabinet in the kitchen that has some heavy (cheap) vases and assorted jars on the ground level for quite some time. Recently, Jerill noticed that I store lots of small tupperware containers (mostly the 2-3 cup size) on the next shelf up. This week, he has patiently ferried EVERY LAST ONE, including the lid (in a separate trip) up the stairs and under the king-sized bed. Now when I pack lunches in the morning, I have to go upstairs, fish out the required containers, wash and dry them. I already get up 15 minutes early to play with the ferrets, now I'll have to add an extra 5 for tupperware! He gets the most earnest look on his face when he is carrying something off. And all that bounding up the stairs is good exercise. So I'll live with another minor inconvenience. :-) To Elizabeth (Mo' Bob's daughter) : We enjoy your posts tremendously! I howled over the tale your father spun about his hearing being shot off in the war. Oh, for a hidden camera! I hope your nether regions recovered from the bike ride. Wishing for spring in South Dakota, Susan and Stuart Jerill (when is the next Tupperware party?) Tom (banana man) Gabriella (chase me! no, let me chase you! no, chase me!) [Posted in FML issue 1900]