Greetings all- Baxter has proved to be an daredevil teleporting flyboy with an attitude. Late last night while I wasn't looking, he managed to get up onto my balcony rail and dig in all my flowerboxes. Like that wasn't enough, I'm thinking his enthusiasm must have unbalanced him, because he *fell off the balcony* three stories down into the bushes. I only noticed because it got so quiet. After ripping the place apart, I raced down the three flights of stairs into the garden under the balcony. With his rattle toy in one hand and whistling incessently, I peered into the darkness. A few minutes later- an eternity- Baxter came slithering out of the bushes aiming to steal the rattle toy from my hand. He's fine, not even a scratch. I think I'm the only one that has post-traumatic stress from this. I see he managed to sneak onto my computer yesterday and post about the jeans. Now he's falling off balconies. My thanks to all who recommended training ferrets to come to a sound or whistle. It probably just saved my ferret, and turned what could have been a tragedy into a scary but funny story. Ariel and the bodacious Baxter