Last year I Blogged about the death of our Ferret Womble. Today it’s the turn of her long-time partner Darcy. Darcy was a polecat and always the wildest of our flock. When visitors wanted to hold one, Darcy was the chap who stayed firmly in the pen or we’d have suffered the embarrassment of taking people to hospital for finger stitches. Even Lou and I, who knew how to hold him, didn’t escape unscathed. We’ve both had bitten fingers (and ears in my case) from the feisty one. Despite the injuries, he was always a character and he’ll be sadly missed.