Wilson. Wilson, I'm sorry!

If there is one thing I have learned in my one-and-a-half days as a professional "work at homo" it is that you have to stay busy and social, or you'll go nuts. That's why this morning I made friends with a possum in my front yard.

Initially, I named him Claude. But now he has run away, so I have changed his name to Wilson in honour of 'Castaway'. I have never seen that movie, but I am pretty sure it's about Tom Hanks bonding with, and then ultimately betraying, a volleyball in some way. I would rather not know the details.

The people at WIRES have asked me to stop calling them. 

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