I suppose I can identify with den building critters because of their insatiable urge to sleep, eat, build, and socialize within the confines of a studio-type environment. Years ago as a young rod maker I slept in an apartment filled with all kinds of strange contraptions, odors, and sounds. My friends and family understood that I probably would never change and that a conventional household was very far off if not completely out of the picture. Blowing circuits, and waking up neighbors in the middle of the night was a given. The chirping and whining of boring bars and router bits was getting me in trouble. Odors of oven baked bamboo and varnish made for a suspicious existence in a small tenant house. Needless to say I did not get married until I was 42. Dating was hit and miss to say the least, actually more misses than hits. I was deemed undateable by most of my friends. Having two lathes, a cane oven that looks like an ICBM, and rolling tool carts in the middle of your livi...