When I was in high school (about 15 or 16), I told my parents I was going grunion
hunting one night (way past my curfew
) with a bunch of friends. My parents thought it was just a ploy for me to stay out all night with my boyfriend (not saying it wasn't
) So my folks decided to let me go, under one condition. The deal was that I had to bring home a grunion for my dad to kinda prove I was doing what I said I was going to be doing. Knowing it wasn't something you could fake doing, because you can't just go out and just buy grunions in a store. Okay, no problem, if that's all it took for him to let me go...I did. I brought one home and stuck it in the freezer....what else are you supposed to do with a dead grunion at 4am in the morning!?
A couple of days later, I left for a mission trip to an orphanage Mexico with a bunch of kids from my church. We arrived late at night after a long bus ride and all climbed into our sleeping bags and fell asleep quickly. The next morning, much to my surprise, I woke up to that same grunion in my sleeping bag! OMG! I was so grossed out, needless to say, it was no longer frozen and to think
I slept with it all night...and I had to sleep with the lingering remains of it all week! Oh yeah, the accomodations were quite rustic (we didn't care, we were kids!), pretty much "showers
" were dunks in the ocean after we worked all day painting, building, cleaning.
I think it was my dad's way of reminding me to "behave" on the trip! Pretty funny now that I look back at it, but it was humiliating at the time!