You asked for it, now you've got foxes

The graduation pisser, which is a graduation party with your family except with more booze, was this weekend. I started sleeping out doors, which is what I wanted when I was cooped up in Madison. The first night of the pisser I passed out so I figured sleeping outside isn't that bad. But then last night I tried it sober and a herd of wild foxes decided to scare the shit out of my at 4 am.

Here I am laying in my pup tent, which is more like a blanket than a tent, and all I can hear are blood curdling screams all around my tent. I never knew what foxes sounded like when they kill things so I figured it was aliens or big foot or mutant hillbillys that my uncle always tells me about. I literally pissed in my sleeping bag (I was too scared to go out side of my tent).

As I lay there I thought, son of a bitch, you wanted to worry about food and where to sleep and to live in the middle of nowhere so now your going to lay awake all night scared to death; hope your happy.

When I woke up in the morning and changed my underwear my uncle told me it was foxes, not dinosaurs, and I figured I had better get used to this. My uncle took me to the dump, I had wanted a tour for a couple of years, and I started to feel better. Now I'm off to buy supplies and head to the U-P then Canada, where the mosquitos are as big as foxes.