Only responding to my stuff - continue the other rail-thingies. Wherever they are.
Yep, she was an interesting ferret. She reinvented ferret-proofing. And managed to kill herself by curiosity, despite my efforts.
Somehow pulled open the zipper to my 8-person tent's bag and explored to the bottom. Sadly, a 60+ pound tent beats a little ferret that sneaked into a closet after escaping her cage. Smartest damn gal I ever had, she was. Never listened, though. She'd have chewed a wire or hidden in the smallest crack in a hollow of a wall or, well she did a lot of things that might have killed her. See below.
To the other point - and I know we are all fun and games here - there is no way I would take advantage of a situation like that. There was some crummy hurricane. They rightfully were scared, having never been through one. They lived on 2nd floor, but 1st floor and parking lot were under water. I had a couch and a bed. Tiff refused to let me sleep on the couch, so she and I slept on the bed. Jen used couch. I only heard the shriek that Miadhail caused.
I had slept on that couch often and it is much like a cot - a tad too narrow and too short, and I am but 130 lb @ 69". Jen was, umm, bigger - at least half again my weight. I have never really let my mind try to figure out anything about that, and I only know because after the shriek, well, I left my room and she told me "Your ferret just bit my clit!" which is proof enough to me that said same happened. I think I laughed heartily while almost trying to scold the ferret and console her and drink a beer. I didn't do a great job, as you might imagine. Still - hearty laughs are good for you.
It's been many years now, and I am fine with not knowing. You should be, too. (I can afford to ship brain-bleach, but isn't it just better not to need it? I mean, just this once.)
Now I am done with this rail until someone calls me back. I've circles to dig.
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