It’s cold and relatively damp up here in South America.
My friends and I were enjoying a light camping trip deep in the jungles of Peru when, after day two, we found my buddy Truckee gnawed to death.
My camp quickly realized we were being hunted by something vicious… smart… terrifying… and, most of all, unstoppable.
The native chinchilla; nature’s fuzzy little bastard.
They strike like an unbelievably cute rider of death; to look into their lifeless, black eyes spells doom for anyone in the vicinity. They attack without mercy and escape into the shadows, wiggling their fuzzy little butts as they disappear into the dark void of the jungle.
After a few days of running and surviving, I find myself holed up is a rickety shack; the lone survivor of my group, writing quite possibly my last review and I have one VHS tape to watch:
1997’s Anaconda.
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My friends and I were enjoying a light camping trip deep in the jungles of Peru when, after day two, we found my buddy Truckee gnawed to death.
My camp quickly realized we were being hunted by something vicious… smart… terrifying… and, most of all, unstoppable.
The native chinchilla; nature’s fuzzy little bastard.
They strike like an unbelievably cute rider of death; to look into their lifeless, black eyes spells doom for anyone in the vicinity. They attack without mercy and escape into the shadows, wiggling their fuzzy little butts as they disappear into the dark void of the jungle.
After a few days of running and surviving, I find myself holed up is a rickety shack; the lone survivor of my group, writing quite possibly my last review and I have one VHS tape to watch:
1997’s Anaconda.
Read more »