JrzyTmata wrote: 
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 ScottFromWyoming wrote: 

 JrzyTmata wrote:
 

:lol: I know, if it happened to me, there would have been clowns.

 ScottFromWyoming wrote:
 

I was waiting for the clowns to come out of the camper.

Had dinner at a friend's house last night (grilled pizza!) and asked about the family. The mom tells us that her youngest son, 23, is doing fine but she's a bit worried that he might be too happy in his current job. He leads outdoor adventures for "troubled" kids, he's a good guy, degree in outdoor recreation education and is probably going to pick up a degree in psychology if he can get his ducks in a row. Anyway, mom says he gets a few days off now and then and he and a buddy went camping (yes, his job is camping. Has no fixed address). They were out in the boonies of Colorado when a Winnebago pulled to the side of the road. They're not in an actual campground, just remote BLM territory, so they figured the RV was lost and needed some directions. Instead, a woman climbs out and asks if it's legal to camp here (yes) and asks if she and her kids can join them at the fire. (Sure, why not?) So the 2 guys passed the "not creeps" test, and the kids come gather round the fire. They're teenager girls from New England somewhere, and these two guys are trying so hard to represent the gentlemanly ideal. They're all totally into the tall tales these two are spinning, when a mouse comes into view and the youngest girl screams! So Grant, ever the hero, leaps into action and stomps that killer mouse to the great beyond. Now it's the other two ladies' turn to scream! We're not vegetarians but we don't believe in killing animals for no reason! 3 distraught strangers! Grant is desperate to salvage the situation, so he says, OK, we'll eat it! His buddy grabs a skewer and Grant quickly skins that little mouse and in no time it's turning in the fire, crackling and smelling oh so chickeny. The women have fallen silent in horror, but Grant soldiers on and in a few minutes he's shaking salt and pepper on the tiny thing and offers the first bite to the girls. More screaming and Grant's buddy is smirking and shaking his head slowly, so Grant helps himself to the best part. He and his buddy share the whole mouse, and the family decides to call it a night. 

In relating this story to his mother, though, Grant had to put up with her screams of Hantavirus! Tularemia! Rabies! but he just says "relax, that stuff all cooks out and besides, Mom, Rodents are tasty!"