This actually happened the day before Thanksgiving, but I finally downloaded the photo... It happened in a very innocent looking veterinary exam room, with an even more innocent looking ferret. The little beast had a suspicious lump, as ferrets sometimes will. Well, with all my animal restraint finesse, I explained to the ferret owners that ferrets have a nerve bundle at the back of the neck, and if you pinch them by the scruff, they go into an almost trance-like state. It's great, and the key ferret restraint technique. Well, this particular FREAK OF NATURE ferret had NOT participated in the same ferret restraint classes I had, and let out a shriek of other-worldly proportions, flailed and scratched and hissed until I let go, which I did almost immediately. I, in my brilliance, assumed that I had grabbed it incorrectly, and attempted to do it again. Well, apparently, and as I should have known, I would NEVER make a mistake. This creature was simply an anomaly. So, having completely convinced the poor owners that they had entered a torture chamber for ferrets, I decided to let the "innocent" little creature regain its composure. The cute little creature looked up at me and ran across the table to me. "Oh, how sweet! It's coming to me for comfort now," I thought. No sooner had I begun to coo soothingly in the general direction of the little weasel, did the bloodthirsty, rabid beast launch itself into the air, attaching itself firmly to my neck right at the jugular. I kid you not. This was not a small warning nip. This was the FANGS OF DEATH. I bore the lovely Mark of Satan for a week. Thanks, Spawn of the Devil Ferret!
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Just out of morbid curiosity, how long before you turn into an undead ferret?
Crazy Kate of Le Monde de Kate du Fromage
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