Ari and I headed out for Mara's place at the ungodly hour of 7AM. There was a chill in the air and I bundled into my coat, shivering and sipping my steaming café latte until both the car and I warmed up. Whoever had bought this over-roasted crap needed to pony up for a better quality of bean because sour java and cow juice was stomach turning. Desperate times.

Ari hadn't come up with any kind of brilliant strategy beyond arming us with bug catching nets and a zapper fly swatter, ...