I kill you, man! You dead now, punk!

OK, Justin’s been telling people this tale for years — but here’s what really happened. On this snow-caving trip with my Boy Scout troop, we started building our cave before we found a really good spot and ended up building a cave that was too thin at the top. By the time Justin made his final foray into the cave, the thinnest point in the roof was probably only an inch or so thick — when it should be at least a foot thick. If the cave is going to be safe enough to sleep in, you should really be able to walk on top of it without the ceiling collapsing.

So, anyway, Justin heads into the cave to smooth out the ceiling, or whatever he’s doing, and suddenly the roof collapses. In retrospect, it kinda looked like when Buffy stakes a vampire and when it hits the ground it crumbles into dust . . .

Justin got one thing right, though. Even though he triggered the collapse, he definitely heard my maniacal laughter as the inch or so of ceiling snow covered him.

Because it was pretty damn funny.