First, the screenies. My long-neglected baby druid finally hit 30, got a mount, and (yeah, I know, about sixteen levels too late) got her acquatic form.
And in other news, we have a litter of baby ferrets. This wasn’t something that we intended to do, understand…it was more a comedy of errors. Let’s start from the beginning.
As I said in the last post, our ferret Tink had to be put to sleep on my birthday, leaving our rather elderly male ferret Beanie all alone. So we called the local ferret rescue to see if we could get an older ferret to keep him company. They had a male and a female, both un-neutered, so we decided to take the female and have her spayed asap.
We arranged to meet the ferret guy in a parking lot…and it was something straight out of League of Gentlemen. A grimy guy with a bloodred cast eye walked up to us with a ferret in a bag, I kid you not. We made the exchange, feeling very Northern (if you live in the UK, you’ll know what I mean about that). We got her home, and began the process of letting them get to know each other. She hated him. We finally had to build two completely separate hutch and runs, since she would attack him on sight.
This morning, a couple of weeks later, we hear squeakage coming from the box, which explains the she-devil response to poor Beanie. What the hell are we going to do with a litter of ferrets? Sit outside the supermarket with a box of them? Surreptitiously hand them out to kids in a park? (“It’s ok, I’m totally sure your mom would like a ferret, go on…take two”.) lol…life is complicated. :)