Meet Juneau

Eric and I bike everywhere at the moment.  It's green.  It's cheap.  It burns calories (our favorite part).  We bike about eight miles to and from work, and lately the bike I've been riding has been causing me some problems, namely the chain breaking ten bagillion times (...perhaps a slight exaggeration).

Yesterday, Eric and I switched bikes so I could take a break from mine.  After I had made it up a steep hill, I looked behind me to find that Eric was still at the bottom.  I rode down and saw him with the bike up-side-down, trying to fix the chain that had popped off yet again.

As I approached Eric, in the corner of my eye I saw something scurry under a parked truck he was in front of.  Thinking it was some sort of wildlife, I yelled at him to look under the truck.  To my surprise, a tan and white ferret popped its head out at Eric and run over to him.

Not wanting to leave it on the busy street where it would get run over, and not knowing from which direction it came, we took it with us, walking our bikes the rest of the way because it refused to sit still.

Struggling to keep the ferret in the basket.

Instant B.F.F.s.  Totes adorbs.

On the way home, I said to Eric, "Let's name it Juneau." And that was that.  

We planned to keep it for a few days, post on Craigslist and Facebook, and hope the owners would see the posts, but within an hour, Juneau managed to defecate in the tub, push over the trash can, and ultimately stink up our bathroom by its mere presence.  It's easy then to understand why we decided to take Juneau to the local humane society that night.

So, if you hear of anyone missing a ferret, we know where to find one.

Bleach for the bathtub:  comes with rent
Air freshener:  $2
Eric's face:  priceless still not worth it