Psychic archeology sure is mysterious. @Melody Quinn
and @Dara Boman
and I landed at the Jolene Avenue Graveyard and the Dig Director (she still won’t tell us her name) did our shovel check (had ‘em!) and our glove check (didn’t!) and then used her dowsing rods to point us to a place right in the middle of all the holes we dug last time.
Right away we hit something. It was like a manhole but bigger was covered with many strange inscriptions. SEE? Psychic archeology. I wanted to take a picture for class but Dig Director says no photos.
Anyway we pried it open and do you know what’s under Psychic Archeology manholes? Holes! Or at least one very deep dark hole. There was a ladder and none of us really wanted to go down in it but @Melody Quinn
and I thought @Dara Boman
was the best candidate, because of bug repellency. Did I mention the centipede issue?
So @Dara Boman
went down the hole and @Melody Quinn
and I spent a long time not talking (because Dig Director) until Dig Director called the van and said it was time for us to go.
Does this mean @Dara Boman
gets overtime? I wanted to ask but I haven’t seen them at school since. Maybe when we go back!
The most confusing thing about this week's dig at the Jolene Avenue Graveyard was the hallucinations. Wooeeee what a doozy! Luckily the Dig Director had her anti-centipede venom, or who knows how long they could have gone on.
The last thing me and @Melody Quinn
remember is climbing off the ladder at the bottom of the hole and walking for a ways with our phone lights. You're not supposed to bring your phones on the dig as a precaution against picture taking but they got lax about searching us.
Anyway the centipedes must have been getting us the whole way in but they were those centipedes with arms and feelers like soft hair and we never felt the bites. But we're pretty sure (and Dig Director assures us) that the Centipede King (or Carlos as they called him) towering in his throne, sitting up like a cobra and undulating back and forth as he sang that weird poem must have been a hallucination. From all the bites. And then the vast cavern around us roared in ecstasy as the center of the portal opened up.
Next thing we know we're laying on the grass in the Jolene Avenue Graveyard and Dig Director says she administered the anti-venom and do we feel better and sign these papers and we're back in the van with warm bottles of water they gave to us.
All in all, totally still worth the credits. What's a few bug bites? Don't know why they didn't keep @Dara Boman