filtered against evil
You know, it was actually an embarrassingly long time before I realized that Bobby's "stealth exercise" this morning was just "the quiet game" for the over eighteen crowd, which we played for half an hour while he "took notes on our progress" aka played Sudoku. I have not been duped this badly since I was seven and my grandfather convinced me that if I was completely silent and held very still in bed I would get to meet the bed bugs that lived in beds housed on spaceships. In my defense, I really, really wanted to meet new bugs, which predisposed me to believe him.
On the plus side actual hunting classes are going much better than realizing-when-Bobby-wants-us-to-shut-up exercises.