~Ferreted Conversations~

After bringing home the class ferret, Khloe, I thought it would be fun to let her run around in a room with Eamon and his two sleepover buddies.  Little did I know...

Me: <watching Khloe start to pounce on and *playfully* bite the socks and pants legs of the two boys>  "Um, what is she doing?  That doesn't look like playful biting..."

Eamon:  "Oh.  Yeah, she does that at school too."

Me:  "Does what at school?  Bites people?"

Eamon:  <nonchalantly>  "Well, yeah, she's a biter."

Me:  <envisioning having to explain to the parents of the sleepover kids why they need stitches and rabies shots>  "WHAT?!  You tell me that NOW?!"

Eamon:  "I thought you knew?"

Me:  "No, I didn't know!  Boys, get out of the room NOW!  I will get her back in the ca..."

Sleepover Kid Who Doesn't Have Pets:  "I can help.  I really don't mind being bitten."

Me:  "Your mother will mind you being bitten!  Get out of the room!"

Sleepover Kid Who Doesn't Have Pets:  *sigh*  "Okay..."

Later after telling Mark about the Khloe incident...

Mark:  "You didn't know that she bites?"

Me:  "NO!  Why would I?!"

Mark:  "Well, she's a ferret.  That's kind of what they do."

And they wonder why I drink... ;) 

No ankles were bitten in the making of this blog post.