We mustered up the courage late last night to embark on an adventure. In search of a shack in the middle of the swamp four brave souls paddled our measly little canoe across the lake and into the unknown. All we got out of it was a heron, a bull frog, massive amounts of bug bites and various scratches from our attempt to create a path in the middle of the forest. In other words, we failed miserably.
So I took it upon myself to end the night on a good note, but I only ended up scaring myself and Taylor Redd Short to no end thanks to Lizzie and her brilliant mouse impressions through the vent. A big thank you to those who were involved.