I was on distraction detail (I keep Shane busy so Carrie can shop) and I spotted this.
Ferrets bring back memories. Shane was busy trying to hang feeders on an empty bird cage, so I snapped a picture.
Growing up, Dan used to have ferrets. My brother, Matt, used to borrow a ferret to sneak in on the last day of school each year. The tradition started when Matt was in high school. He did it at least two years.
One year, to keep Nana and Pop out of the loop, Matt and I stashed the ferret in my room in the basement.
Ferrets are escape artists.
Matt knew this from trying to keep one in his backpack. The point was reinforced for me when the stinker woke me up several times in the middle of the night. The turd managed to escape from under a trash can with weights on top. I had to chase him and keep improvising makeshift cages half-asleep.
And then Shane made me hold him up to look at the Betas. Reminiscing was over!
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