Boyz and their Toyz

It's Zombies v. Humans time again.

I've already found myself in the middle of a few chases. There's nothing quite like walking along and suddenly having people with giant yellow and orange guns come charging at you for no apparent reason. It's almost as entertaining as having the door held open for you by the zombie hiding behind it.

I went to brunch by myself this morning, everyone else either not having a meal plan or being busy, and so decided to eat over by the TV to watch some CNN.

Two of the three long tables were full of very enthusiastic members of Team Human. So I was a creeper and sat and observed, it was obviously much more entertaining than CNN. I realized they were planning some sort of strategic assault on the Team Zombie- it was a rather official affair. Each Human had a map of Ithaca in front of them, pens and highlighters marking routes and escape routes. As more Humans came to join them, just about filling every table in that corner of the dining hall, I made some observations.

Number One: The number one fastest growing consumer demographic of Hasbro Nerf Guns? College age boys. Each and every one of the 2o or so boys (and 3 girls) had a Nerf gun almost as tall as I am. I would venture to say that a 12 year old wouldn't be able to lift these things, let alone afford them. I was amused by the Humans; how they tenderly lay out their prized toy guns in rows on the tables- heaven forbid they should touch the floor where they threw their camouflage coats.

Which led me to observation Number Two. It was obvious each Human had taken special care in picking out their wardrobe for the planned ambush. There were no bright colors, and each Human's bandana matched the color of their shirt. While this seems an excellent strategy, I couldn't help but notice that their 4 ft long neon yellow and phosphorescent orange guns kind of blew their cover. Just a little bit.

So I chuckled to myself and turned my attention to the very concerned and amused whispers of the prospective student and her family who were eating at the table next to me.

Only in college, folks.