I want a ferret.

But the wife has suggested that if I were to buy a ferret, she would throw it into the wild.

When I was a youngster, my brother and I had ferrets. Lots of them. They were adorable -- when they weren't destroying everything around. Actually, that's when they were the most adorable. Some days, I'd find them curled up inside the couch, having dug their way into it, filled it with poop and my keys, and gone to sleep.

I treasure those days. No, really. I'm serious. I want a ferret.

The wife says no, but I have a question:

What if it came with a lion?