The universal appeal of the bonfire was reaffirmed a couple nights ago when we built one on the back beach from dried palm leaves and an endless supply of dry driftwood that sits right next to the washed up old and rusty barge that Steph claims she's never seen before. I'm guessing the appeal stems from somewhere deep in our genome that arose when our primitive ancestors learned bonfires were a great way to both stay warm and roast giant sloths, dinosaurs, and unruly women. Whatever the reason, I challenge anyone to gather some friends, find a good spot, build a fire, and not have a good time (girls nagging that it's taking too long to build or that it's not warm enough doesn't count, girls will always nag).
Anyway, it's been a mellow past couple days down here due to high winds making it difficult for us to get out in the field. We spent one morning picking up trash along the main road of south bimini and then i spent the afternoon cutting up the barracudas we caught last week to use for bait in the upcoming shark dive and long lining. Back to the inevitable truth thing for a moment, I realized that it's a pretty tough life for a sharklab barracuda. As such a fish, after being hooked (or speared multiple times) and hauled into a boat, you get your head crushed with a small aluminum bat before being tossed in a deep freezer. After chilling out for a bit, you're hacked into slices with a hatchet like a loaf of bread and then finally, as if that wasn't enough, fed to sharks.
Three new volunteers arrive tomorrow, one of which is a poor girl who is going to be living in room 2 with Elena, Steph, and Amanda. This means that the girl is almost certainly missing three pieces of luggage which should've been included on her list; earplugs, a nose plug, and Prozac.
Alright I'm tired, time for my last inevitable truth, everyone loves sleeping.
Tyler you should write a book. No joke, you're good at it.
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