Princess Gracie Scared Me
Gracie, my littlest (not youngest, just littlest) ferret escaped. She got out my back door, courtesy of a couple of five year olds.
I was very freaked out. You see, Gracie is exactly one pound, very skittish, and my favorite weasel.
Every person in the house searched everywhere about three times. I took a flashlight outside and search all over my yard and the neighbor's and the front yard. My husband and brother-in-law also did an outside search.
I left a message with animal control.
It was a really windy night and it was very cold. Gracie shivers when it's below 65F. It was about 20F that night.
I made fliers the next morning with a picture of Gracie, our phone number, address, and other pertinent information. I made the five year olds walk with me to all the neighbor houses and we knocked on doors, talked to people and gave them fliers, and taped fliers to their door if they weren't there.
I sent out an email to a ferret mailing list and someone had a fantastic suggestion. I put a crate with food, water, a squeaky toy, and a blanket outside the door Gracie escaped from. My husband and I looked at each other when I did that. It was the look of "yeah, it's too late but just in case."
About 28 hours after Gracie got out, my husband heard a scratching noise at the door. The other four weasels were playing at the time. I didn't hear it.
He went to the door and then came in with a muddy little girl. She looked injury-free. She scored a warm bath and was extra skittish, but healthy.
Leon's made an extra effort to pet and hold her since she came back.
I'm still amazed she came back, and she's still my favorite weaselgal.
I was very freaked out. You see, Gracie is exactly one pound, very skittish, and my favorite weasel.
Every person in the house searched everywhere about three times. I took a flashlight outside and search all over my yard and the neighbor's and the front yard. My husband and brother-in-law also did an outside search.
I left a message with animal control.
It was a really windy night and it was very cold. Gracie shivers when it's below 65F. It was about 20F that night.
I made fliers the next morning with a picture of Gracie, our phone number, address, and other pertinent information. I made the five year olds walk with me to all the neighbor houses and we knocked on doors, talked to people and gave them fliers, and taped fliers to their door if they weren't there.
I sent out an email to a ferret mailing list and someone had a fantastic suggestion. I put a crate with food, water, a squeaky toy, and a blanket outside the door Gracie escaped from. My husband and I looked at each other when I did that. It was the look of "yeah, it's too late but just in case."
About 28 hours after Gracie got out, my husband heard a scratching noise at the door. The other four weasels were playing at the time. I didn't hear it.
He went to the door and then came in with a muddy little girl. She looked injury-free. She scored a warm bath and was extra skittish, but healthy.
Leon's made an extra effort to pet and hold her since she came back.
I'm still amazed she came back, and she's still my favorite weaselgal.
posted by Gwen Nicodemus | 9:24 PM
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