Sorcha: The most rancid/nasty bear I ever met was at a camp I had on Lake Chandalar in the Brooks Range. He ate my camp and I'm just guessing about the rancid part because I never got a chance to taste him. You might say he caught me with my pants down. It never crossed my mind to wonder what he would have tasted like if he had eaten me.

As for dementia, BK, it's not something to joke about, but I can tell you from a lot of experience that in almost all cases it is a heavier load for the care taker than for the patient. I got a little of it myself from being kept packed in ice for eight hours while a doctor competed his post-doctoral thesis. (pulmonary-thrombo-endarterectomy fot the medical snobs among us)(wanna see my scars?)

BTW, isn't that a possum in the funny papers? ABTW, in the Home, here, spontaneous occurences of Alzheimers miscues are called senior moments.