2080tigaming

I'd say I first discovered my passion for ferret-keeping started when I was seven years old. While hiking the northernmost quarter of the Appalachian trail, a wild stoat approached me from its nearby burrow. More curious than cautious, I knelt down, holding out my hand in a naive attempt at befriending the creature. Unbeknownst to myself at the time, wild stoats tend to be aggressively territorial, and I had unwittingly crossed an invisible boundary, and had become a trespasser. Needless to say, I was immediately bitten.