Curses! Foiled again.

It appears that, once again, the elusive Mr. Egg has found a way to evade us. We had him cornered this time, but the screw-up by the Cryo-blanks allowed him to escape. The all-important Basal Body Temperature had elevated this morning by 3/10 degree, which generally means that Mr. Egg is long gone.

We'll give it a try anyway, hoping the temp rise was due to finally needing to turn the heat on in this whacked-out, inhospitable climate where it's always warm. But my hopes aren't high. I could offer a reward for Mr. Egg, but as the town marshal might say, "We've gotta bring him in alive, boys. He's no good to us dead."