Whoops. I mean, chill-ING. Just when I was snuggling down under my lovely crocheted blankie, tuckered from an honest day’s work and an eye-opening evening of soaking with the locals, a movement on the ceiling of my cabin caught my attention. A cobweb, thinks I. Surely no more than a breath of wind tickling the spider streamers in the eaves. Never mind that it didn’t move like any cobweb I’d seen before. Cobwebs, in my experience, don’t scurry. And they don’t fall out of the sky and land on your face. After which they most certainly do not race, with one hundred horrifying legs, down your neck and disappear—all six inches of them—beneath your covers. Where they very adamantly do not dive into your pajamas and attempt to make a home for themselves in your navel. As one might imagine, there came after this a spate of quite understandable hysterics.
What do You think about Last Chance Llama Ranch (2015)?
