Here is what it looked like when my wife risked making me a single dad by taking snapshots of it from ten feet away :
While she was not holding up any group behind us (we were a two-some playing between groups of four), I started scolding her after about 30 seconds of this. This particular animal was docile; asleep perhaps even. But one quick move, and I might have been a widower. Or at least a man with a one-legged wife.
What in the name of Chubbs Peterson was she thinking?
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