I was cleaning up the garage the other day and found the box of casts. These ones belong to the flying squirrel. It would seem that there have been two distinct phases. The early " I think I'll break my left arm" phase, and the more recent "it's time to break the right arm" phase. I am waiting (praying, actually) for the " I think I'll think before I jump" phase.
I do have a supply of the waterproof casting material; I'm a realist.
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