While I was reading the mail last night someone told about their ferret jumping on their leg and it reminded me of a time with my ferret. I was working part time as a dispatcher for a van airport pick up and delivery service. I always took Frank with me to work as I usually had a lot of free time and he could run around and play while I worked. One night was really a dozy, I had two vans down on the freeway, an irate costumer on one line, a pickup on the other, I was directing on the radio a lost driver and the other two phone line were ringing. I was standing (this was before I ended up in a wheelchair) at the desk pulling my hair out when Frank decided this was the time he was going to climb up the inside of my jeans. Well I used to were my jeans tight and he got stuck about half way to my butt and started scratching. I was really glad that no one else was around because the only this I could do was drop my pants right then and there. It would have been perfect on Bloopers. Judie Carr Bruno [Posted in FML issue 2134]