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Unfortunately, a sore wingpiglet-head when I got home later mutated into a great deal of vomiting, occurring every few hours throughout the night, though with successful re-plonkings of wingpiglets into beds in between. He was also waking up with enough warning wailing for us to be able to run through and aim him into a bowl or hoick him somewhere linoleumed rather than carpeted before each emetic episode, which is always appreciated.