…I die. O my hair falls out and my flesh rots and my bones are cracked by the hungry ta!a'an. He drops me behind him all around the forest and nothing will grow where his excrement from my marrow falls. As the years pass the forest dies from the poison of my remains. The soil washes into the sea and poisons all the fish, and all die. O the embarrassment.
-- stolen from here http://sffan.net/kaustin/demicon/demicon003_pb_p17.html
The company has a relatively high average age. And if you've ever been in New England, you will notice that there are a lot of "pork-fed" types, and we've got plenty. Golden target for COVID co-morbidities. That part I believe.
The company has had onerous requirements for visiting the facilities. Those of us who can be effective in WFH and doing it, but we're a hardware company and stuff needs hands-on.
PS: I think I already had COVID-19 in December, after spending a week in MASS with a colleague from Calinfornia. I was sick on the plane coming home, had a cough for a month.