Ferrets away!

This past Monday, while eating dinner in our apartment, Jen got a call from our neighbor Fernando in apartment #6. He said, "Help, there's a ferret stadning outside our door and he's trying to come in!" Sure enough, Jen and I looked outside, and behold, there was a ferret pawing at their door trying to enter. So we tryed to coax it down the hall to our door (we're #1) and it went that way, but then ran back to the boys' apartment. We couldn't figure out what to do, becuase if you call animal control they will just kill it, or at least that's what Fernando thought. So Jen grabs our broom (I don't know if I will ever use this broom to clean our house again...) and she and Fernando try to start pushing it away from their door. Meanwhile Jullian, Fernando's roommate, and I are afraid that it is going to bite Fernando's feet (he wasn't wearing any shoes). The ferret will just not go down the stairs, and that's when the people from the apartment building right next to us walked out of the apartment building. Just randomly and casually Jullian asked them, "You all by any chance wouldn't happen to own a ferret, would you?"

And by George, one of the girls was like, "Oh, my gosh! He's been lost for a few minutes now!" So we were able to return the ferret. When we admitted that we were trying to push it down the stairs and out of our apartment complex because we had heard that ferrets were really mean, she replied, "Oh, not Rico, he would never hurt anyone."

Well, there you have it. Add one more layer to the cake: supposedly ferrets are illegal in California state? Who knows... things in Hollywood never surprise me anymore.