Two additional items about my previous post:
– It looks like power will probably not be restored at work until Tuesday afternoon at the earliest. Keep those cards and letters going to my g-mail address.
– It was not a woodchuck that got into the transformer. It was a raccoon. Mrs. Bucktooth is relieved and overjoyed, but Mrs. Ringtail is inconsolable.
Here’s a rather inappropriate question. How do they tell? Aren’t they kind of…crispy at that point?
The identification was made by the skilled genetic scientists at RARAF . All I can tell you is that the wee little beastie was made of protons.