Last year I was getting a manicure at my favorite salon and it was rather noisy and the manicurist had an accent that was nearly impenetrable to me. I was quite certain she asked me if I let weasels chew on my cuticles. This was a fair question. I made small-talk for the rest of the manicure about small angry animals with small sharp teeth. Mostly I pondered the spookiness of wolverines. To me, wolverines look like they were designed by committee. As the “conversation” progressed it became increasingly obvious to me that this woman had not said anything about weasels. Now whenever she sees me walking on the sidewalk in her direction she runs away.