And then we had to pull him out of the barrel, gripping with sheep dip, put him back in his crate, jump in the thing, because if we didn’t get to the border before they closed, then we’d have to spend the weekend in Buffalo. And so they, we got there, they let us through and we had to drive 450 miles all the way up to Wasaga Beach. We were totally covered, two of us totally covered with sheep dip. And the whole time, Clayton was very encouraging and he stood there with his cigarette, like Clayton has done all these years, and he stayed well out of splash range. He never lifted a hand to help us, but he was encouraging. I guess, the other, you know, the other transport story, without getting too much. I was loading some gorillas onto, onto a flight once and they’d come in out of the French Cameroons. We picked them up.
