When he came indoors after his time in the Shelter, Wilson was cold, damp and to be honest he smelled a bit dank and musty. I tried to get him to take a shower but he refused and this morning stood in the kitchen while Polly-B sprayed him all over with Febreze.
He told me that the Shelter was a lot wetter than last time he used it in mid-summer, and he was thinking of installing a heater. And a pump.
Also, he said, he'd had enough of these endless near-misses with stuff from space and was going to write a very stiff email to Britain's Minister for Space Safety demanding better defences. It was, he said, 'outrageous that innocent young anteaters should be forced to sit in cold, damp holes in the ground just because the Government can't get its act together space-debris-wise.'
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