ferrets. We had 2 ferrets before we had kids – Sport and Molly. Stinky animals – even though they were de-stinked. Anywho… We would find all sorts of treasures in and behind our couches, or tucked into the darkest recesses of our home. We had this one couch that had storage underneath – we’d find magazines and all sorts of surprises.
I wish I had taken pictures of the back of my van today. For a moment I though I may have given birth to a flock barrel litter business of ferrets (Of. Stinkin’. Course. The collective noun for ferrets is - business! Not. Kidding… Why would it be anything else?) I found pairs and part-pairs of shoes, wands, fossilized chicken nuggets, scraps of paper, sippy *blech* cups, crayons, crumbs and more crumbs, jackets, shirts, socks, soccer jersey, used straws, markers, fast food toys, hair clips…. a virtual restaurant, preschool, and clothing store on wheels. Golly, one would think my kids leave the car naked with all the clothes I found stuffed here and there…
And that is why I think children are like ferrets.
The end.
Some day, I’ll get brave and take a photo of my van at it’s worst. It is the scariest thing you’ve ever seen. It must be a mom thing.
But did the van SMELL like ferrets? Or, better yet, did you find one nesting back there?
Ferrets are not permited here…
My little sister Ashley put our ferret, Bubbette (RIP), in the microwave for 10 seconds. Please, do keep in mind she was TWO at the time and Bubbette survived another two years. Bubba (before Bubbette) would “borrow” anything shiny and find it amusing to stow it all in my luggage. Including himself. I found him in the luggage minutes before arriving at the airport once.
Ok. That concludes my ferret memories.The End.
I am scared of what’s under the car seats…I won’t look. I give the car wash dude an extra 10 spot and say good luck.