I always joke that Jesse is a more thorough inspector than the TSA is, but after this last flight I don’t think it’s a joke anymore. Somehow Jesse knows when I come home in a new test socket. He’ll stand up on his back legs and aggressively smell the new socket. Meanwhile on my last flight the prosthetic foot didn’t alert on the body scanner so they didn’t swab my hands or prosthetic for trace explosives. Jesse would have never let me by without an inspection.