About Paintball on Cajun Prairie
My son Lucas got his first-ever paintball war, he’s been discussing paintball game for at least three decades, and lastly, nowadays, he got to go too unreliable to threat re-injuring. I used a cover up to observe the initial units of paintball game war but departed to go sit at a desk near shack and read.
With fully aware of at the edge of a cold, wet, windy paintball field and read so that everybody from south Louisiana knows. In fact, living in the hole below thing and something built by the crawfish from the mud excavated in digging his burrow.
This was his present for his 13th birthday. I drove him, his brother, and two friends over to a paintball field on the far side of Lafayette. I didn’t suit up and play with them because my back and my neck still ache from the car wreck last month, and they’re too shaky to risk re-injuring. I wore a mask to watch the first couple of rounds of paintball war, but eventually left to go sit at a picnic table near the shack and read. View from my table:
I am fully aware of how ridiculous it is to sit at the edge of a cold, wet, windy paintball field and read about mimetic rivalry. I can’t help it, I was born that way.
Below, an image that everybody from south Louisiana knows. It’s a crawfish tower, built by the crawfish from the mud he excavated in digging his burrow. He’s living in the hole below the thing. This short video clip captures a crawfish building his tower at night (they’re nocturnal). Here’s a photo from the paintball field today: