On beach weekend, this was my hidey hole. The house has a few of these rooms with tiny doors that lead to little nook-and-cranny spaces. As a near-midget, sleeping in this hidey hole provided me with a few tactical advantages. First, it’s strategically located between two bathrooms, availability of which are limited given the sheer number of people in the house. Second, being a closed-off space, it is warmer, darker, and quieter than other spaces in the house, which is also important, given the sheer number of people in the house and how generally bear-like I am at six in the morning. Third, it affords a number of opportunities to leap out and grab ankles to scare the bejezus out of some poor unsuspecting girl, who will no longer need to use the bathroom because her bladder is no longer full.
Tactics, baby.
Hanging on to the ankles of a soon-to-be-peeing girl seems like an unsound strategy, unless that’s what you’re into.
It’s a delicate process, to be sure, but one must always remember to let go of the ankles before the peeing starts.
Grabbing the ankles of unsuspecting people is a very easy way to scare the ever living piss out of them. I got to learn this working at a haunted house. Nothing got more screams then that 😀
Pretty much every haunted house I’ve ever gone to has had a ‘no touching’ rule. I bet ones where they grab you are much scarier!
My Godfather was the one who ran it, so I got special permission from him to do said ankle grabbing. 🙂
Hidey holes? No wai! Can I get a link to the house you rented?
Sorry, it wasn’t a rental!
Boo
Dammit! How could I miss the marshmallow gunfight??
-Chantal
I am certain this is not the last time we’ll be playing with the marshmallow guns. Certain.