That brings back childhood memories.
My big, husky cousin and I were out riding our horses one evening and we were passing the ancient trash dump in the woods near my parents’ house.
One of those damn things *shrieked* and we freaked out.
So what did he do?
He kicked his horse and took off, which made my psycho mare bolt, scraping me off on a low hanging fox grape vine that was growing across the path.
There I was, with the shrieking thing nearby, sitting on my arse, watching him *and* my horse hightail it for home.
Nice.
Yowch.
That had to be fun.
My jobsite’s “girl” would wander into the truck yard when we weren’t active after dark on the weekends and make all manner of noise, from obvious complaints about the décor to that awful “woman scream” noise.
She hasn’t been around in a year or two since they built a new warehouse nearby.
Or, at least, she hasn’t been close to my jobsite.