My vow to come down to the Mid-Atlantic region to run righteous interference on Tai Shan’s inevitable path to a lifetime of drugs and debauchery is coming together. It’s roughly 10:30 pm and I’m sitting in a hotel room in Reston, VA, mere miles from the National Zoo, and I’m plotting my approach to the young panda bear. How should I broach the topic with the young panda? That, my friends, remains to be seen.