Sorry. Just had to get that out of the way.
"Name My Ferret" is now a group on Facebook. I know that, because I just made it. Someone told me that Facebook now comprises 1% of all web traffic. More now, I should think: the digital pipery is teeming with suggested names for a ferret I'm not even sure I want. Should one look a gift mustelid in the mouth?
I am still a bit weirded out from having my tent mugged by a mink—or "riverine mustelid" as the Professor called it — in Uzbekistan. That's like the "Arms Fair by Mistake" story. Which I'll have to get around to telling eventually.
On a quiet day in the bookshop, way back, I was leafing through a bizarre American book on ferrets. Not your average long-dogger, rabbit-netter ferret book. No, this one was very different. It consisted of pages and pages of ferrets dressed in fancy dress. Takes all sorts, I know, but what made me giggle was right at the end of the book, a little proviso:
Take care when introducing your ferret to your pet rabbits, because in the ancient past, the ancestors of ferrets were used to hunt them.
What precisely does "take care" mean, do you think?