I was at the old job, staring mournfully out the window at the world free of this drudgery, and - lo and behold - I see a black weasel-like animal galumph into view and disappear down a breezeway.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, as this was on Vancouver Island where we have no black weasels.

I looked it up, and apparently there were some mink farms in the area, and they shut down due to one or more problems, so now there’s a resilient invasive mink population up near Camosun and the old Insane Asylum.