Back at camp. I brought a satyr back, though. He doesn’t have horns yet, the poor fellow. He was passed out when I found him. He kinda reminds me of Grover, and it wasn’t… well, nevermind.

I’m back to doing crap. Currently on the battle grounds, aka the woods, inspecting if the Anaconda left trails. I’ve only found a few bleeding scales, but that’s all. If I realize that one tiny camper is missing, I will throw a fit at it. This is why my siblings have been setting up firecrackers in our cabin the whole day—to keep the kids from going out. 

Sigh.

I still have the brochure. 

Bullshit or not, it’s still…

Gods.