At one point, probably 10-12 years ago, the company I work for tried some hiring from the local refugee center. The center suggested a nice Ukrainian kid. The catch was that he spoke zero english. The solution was to hire an English speaking Russian kid as well, who could act as a translator. I didn’t care for this, but our COO at the time knew everything, so they were hired and put in my shop against my better judgment.
The Ukrainian kid lasted about 1 week. I ended it when I caught him grinding a hunk of scrap sheet aluminum into a knife shaped blade in the metal shop instead of punching holes in the sign blanks as he should have been! But the Russian kid (Daniel) was pretty solid, so I kept him for a while to see where it went. He made it a few months before things went south with his health. Something about a problem with his heart, caused from taking some home remedy to lose weight that contained GUN POWDER!!!…
Anyway, one conversation with him, he told me that there were “Werewolves” on his grandfather’s land and that he had seen them. When I said that Werewolves didn’t exist, he told me that there were a family of them that lived in a “cave” in the woods.
Further conversation and a little deductive reasoning, he changed Werewolves into Wolverines, which again does not exist in our neck of the woods. Through more discussion and the help of Google images, we came to the agreement that it was a family of Fishers, and the “Cave” was a hole in a large dead tree!
