posted on Aug, 13 2010 @ 01:38 PM
When i was a kid we had a "lake cabin". I quotation it because it was barely a lake cabin. It was an old school bus that was gutted and made into
a sleeping area, with a slab poured in front of it that had 4 walls. This was the living area. It was for us to go to the lake, have a place to eat
(sink, fridge, some outlets), poop (a toilet), and sleep. That was all we did there. The whole extended family used this cabin, and there were
usually about 10 of us there on a weekend.
one day dad went to the bathroom. after about 1 minute we hear him scream and a lot of shuffling and moving is going on. Mom is asking him "What's
wrong? What's wrong?" over and over again, as if she was even giving him a chance to respond.
All of a sudden, the door to the bathroom flies open and there stands my dad, with his drawers barely even halfway pulled up. In his hand in a toilet
plunger. On the end of the plunger was skewered the biggest vinagaroon i have ever seen. It was just over 12", and the whole cabin smelled like a
broken bottle of vinegar.
No wonder he screamed and we heard a scuffle. He was fighting for his life against a paleolithic beast. But it is a common story at family