Snow (the neighbor's ferret) broke into our place again yesterday. This time I didn't scream - go me. Usually when I look to my left from my perch at the computer I see a lazy cat, not a tiny, inquisitive ferret. So I picked her up and put her in the bathroom for safety until I finished getting dressed. (Yes, Snow has seen me in my undies.) I figured a ferret that can break into an apartment may be clever enough to hack into the Pentagon or look up ferret porn, so I didn't want her in a room with a computer. We don't have a computer in the bathroom (yet), so off she went for a couple of minutes.

Fortunately one of the neighbors answered the door when I went over there, Snow in hand; it was the guy who came looking for Snow the first time, who I only see in Snow-related situations. I can't figure out what the dynamic is over there. Sometimes I hear someone playing "The Star Spangled Banner" on the saxaphone; other times it's generic rock on electric guitar. For some reason they very seldom answer the door. How do I know this? Whenever they get a UPS delivery, the UPS guy winds up over here, because we are the "door answering" sort of people. Then we get stuck with their packages for days, until I just give up and leave it on their doorstep. So I got to deliver Snow, whose absense had yet to be detected, and the giant box that's been in our entry for a couple of days.

I really hope Snow doesn't decide to break in when I'm not around. The last thing I want to deal with is a dead or injured ferret, or worse, dead or injured cat. Though ferret porn would also be unpleasant.