At the pet store is a plastic cage full of ferrets, which the label says are ālively tubes of furry funā. Thing is every time Iām in the pet store, the ferrets are sprawled out on their backs, sleeping, dozing tubes of socks that had a wee too wild a party last night. Iāll suppose theyāre fun, but the evidence isnāt on stage there. Just as well. Right next to them are guinea pigs, whom I understand much better, because while they may not be tubes of fun or anything they are always looking around with an expression that says, āAre you certain I was supposed to be invited to this meeting?ā