An hour later, things got gross. I was lying by the fire listening to Tiggy snore next to me and watching the stars above when I heard it echoing through the trees. At first, I thought it sounded like a ghost eating feral cats. And then I thought it might have been monkeys fighting with peeled, wet oranges. But then I heard, “OOOOH, KEVIN. OH. MY. FUCKING. GODS. HOW LONG IS YOUR TONGUE?”
