Bob the Bear, not to be confused with Bob the Builder of whom I know almost nothing, came from the Ohio Redoubt for a sprucing up because even Der Bingle thought Bob might be a little . . . grungy. As I type, he is in the treatment machine. I was planning on waiting until everything was complete until posting, but when I looked at his before picture, I realized I may have to run fast when the lid opens on the, you know, treatment machine.