In writing this and revealing their location, I may be jeopardizing the lives of six youths.
My 15 year old nephew is part of a Nerf Assassination League. He and five of his buddies have signed up in a sanctioned competition in which teams wage guerrila warfare. School, church, extracurricular and work are off limits. Also off limits, shooting someone when they're naked. This group of six frosh have made it past the first round, something that has never before occurred. (I should add that they made it to this round after my nephew streaked across someone's lawn while this teammates picked off the enemy.) What makes this even more of an accomplishment is that these are teenage boys. I suspect that their success can be attributed to their parents' clever strategy. My sister's keen and cunning mind has been integral in their continued survival.
So, tonight, I'm hosting the team. I've been told that they will arrive in waves. They don't travel together. Too risky. They will be sleeping here, someone apparently standing watch. I assure you that this person will not be me. I've been given 3 dozen doughnuts, a bushel of bananas, and 2 gallons of orange juice which will provide breakfast. I've also been warned that I may not have enough food. In preparation, I've made 2 loaves of banana chocolate chip bread and a pan of brownies. I have a pound of dehydrated meat, which I figure can be eaten as a last resort.
They have arrived and already one loaf and a gallon milk is gone. Locusts man. Locusts.
