Dumb story, but I got way too scared to not share it Popped into my room the other day, felt around in my stash spot just to reassure myself, and my weed was gone. My stash box, pipe, lighters and papers had all been left- the weed was gone. I was scared as hell, i brought over 5 friends to help me look for it. We tore the room apart....nothing. Convinced that my father had found it and confiscated it, I moped around the rest of the day, until one of those 5 friends pulls out a big, green ounce. So we smoke up that night, and im laying there thinking (because hey, thats how it works ) and I think of it...Next day, i go inside and find my weed in two minutes. I have a ferret, which for those of you who dont know, is kind of like a long, bendy rat. She stole the weed out from under my bed because it was wrapped in saran wrap, and she likes chewing on squishy stuff. And, she stole it from under my bed and took it into my mom's sock drawer. Just a good thing I got high, or else I wouldnt have thought of what happened... Weed does solve problems!