I hate the jungle. It is always hot, and everything is wet, and you never know what is going to attempt to make you lunch, and not in the good, "grandma's tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches" sort of way, but more in the "swallow you whole so that you digest over the period of a week" sort of way. I'd prefer the former, but the last few months have proven that hope is no longer as close... [click here for more]