Hi all, I just read some posts recently about people's ferts and tools. A couple months ago, I did a top-end overhaul on my Harley. I had to bring the (large) bike into my kitchen due to the fact that I don't have a garage (and it kinda makes me feel less of a man, so no comments about no garage) and it was going to be in about nine gazillion pieces for several months. Anyhow, since I didn't want Chopper and Betty making a new hidey hole inside the engine case, I only let them out of their room for 2-3 hours a day so I could supervise them. They usually have run of the entire house except at night so I can get some sleep. The first day I let them out, they went crazy when they saw lots of new "toys" for them to play with in the kitchen. Betty soon discovered her favorite hangout would now be on top of the transmission where the oil tank used to be. Okay, I said to myself, she's not getting into anything she shouldn't be. Where was Chopper as I was musing myself with the sight of Betty? The little stinker was busy hoarding small parts from where I had them laying out on newspaper on the floor!! After he was done pillaging spark plugs and hose clamps (which I later found in one of his stashes in the closet UPSTAIRS in his room), he thought he just might try to check out what was inside my carburetor--He did this for close to two months! It's only about two and a half inches in diameter and about two inches deep with the butterfly valve closed, so where he thought he was going, I have no idea. Could he sense there was something he could get to in there? Don't worry, I drained and cleaned EVERYTHING before bringing it in the house or laying it on the floor--gasoline and oil and hydraulic fluid are kinda scary when they get into a living body. Anyhow, I just wanted to tell you all about my experience with ferrets and machines and tools. -Chris [Posted in FML issue 2623]