Otto is all better. We're friends again. I've stopped threatening him with 350Zs and he's stopped being fresh. All good relationships have their bad moments, I guess.
So last night I was looking through my 142 photos from Vermont, and I saw the moose! She barely came out in one or two of the photos. Bless the wonders of Photoshop. See, a moose! I really saw a moose!