So there I was, curled up in my toasty warm bed, having a wonderful sleep when all of a sudden I'm interrupted by a scary dream that I'm in some ramshackle cabin up on the North Slope being stalked then attacked by a polar bear. I scrambled to the top of a bookcase and bashed away at the beast with my trusty......two foot long plastic car ice scraper/brush thing. Yeah, like that will scare a marauding polar bear. I wake up in a start, because there's Ebi, pawing and chewing and licking my forehead... read more
