"That's adorable!" I thought, watching a baby bear squeak with frustration as it tried to pull the bark off a stick. Then after a few minutes I realized the stick was a rabbit, and the squeaks were from it being eaten alive. The reality whiplash literally knocked the wind out of me.

Last night, hit a good lick. I brought home three figures easy for about two hours worth of my time. Not too bad I don't think.