We went through a few growing up. First, my cousin had us "ferret-sit" for him. He had two, and they were quite friendly and entertaining. The loved to "ferret" things away under my moms bed: anything rubber, anything shiny. If we threw a blanket on the floor, the loved to tunnel through the folds.
Because we lived in california, ferrets were actually illegal, so once I got one for my brother in washington. I was living at boarding school, and kept this adorble little snaggle-tooth baby in my closet for awhile.
Later my other brother got one, and she was NASTY! Oh how I hated her. She loved to attack feet and bite ankles. When she was loose in the house, I usually huddled up on a chair. Once my cousin stuck her in my face and she bit my eyebrow/eyelid! The funniest thing that happened was when my brother's friend was holding her in front of him one day. (cont)
at 11:45 PM on Jan. 22, 2011