Billy and Jimmy have wooden shacks in the woods of Truro, right outside of P-town. We left our cars there and carpooled downtown, as it's damn near impossible to park there. Upon our arrival, we saw a beige car already standing there, engine running. Passangers, consisting on Cleopatra herself, Siphylis, Fagonius, and Slut/hoofer, had no intentions to set a foot outside. We did manage to lure them out, but it was short lived. Mosquitoes, bugs, creepy crawly things of the forest were too much for this crowd. Slapping ensued. Afro ran for the car first, under two minutes. Stepher followed. Claudio exclaimed he's had enough nature for life and if he wants more, he'll flip on the Discovery channel.
Waiting for the van to pick us up, I sprawled on the grass in the sun, listening to gentle breeze through the treetops, buzzing of a honey bee, car engine, and Afro's yelps "There's one inside! Kill it! Kill it!"
Nature is way more tolerable from inside 
of an airconditioned car. Even if there is 9 of us packed into it. Orphans were bursting into merry songs. Althtough Afro would occasionally still burst into screaming at the sight of a surviving mosquito. Quite an adventure, I tell ya. I wish to lure these delicate creatures into woods more often. Something tells me that is but a pipe dream though.
