A few years ago we rented a secluded house in the mountains and after we got the kids in bed us adults headed out to the hot tub to burn a few and relax. I remember how magical and otherworldly it felt as we all sat there warm and stoned in the hot tub with the cold crisp mountain air all around us staring up at the stars. No one even talked for a long time. Bunch of city folk enjoying our surroundings. I stayed out by myself to smoke one more after everyone went to bed and it was delicious. Until I heard sticks breaking like someone or some thing was coming towards the house and I got all paranoid and high tailed it to the door. On my way in I saw what had me skeered... it was just a little fox. I was scared of a freakin fox. ha!