"watch out for wild burrows"- the signs have been popping up everywhere. spring valley ranch, mount charleston, industrial and trop. apparently, las vegas is in the middle of a wild ass infestation. throwing caution to the wind, our favorite agoraphobe spent the day at echo point, way the hell out there on lake mead, racing along at arm ripping speeds over other peoples wake. she won't fear the burrow. then the guy who gave her bamboo nun-chucks for her birthday killed the motor and pointed toward the beach. wild burrows. and a few cows. she realized then that there was no escape. they would all just have to get along. hoping to bridge the half breed gap, she yelled out a mighty "hee haw" and sped on her way. afterall, what harm did a little ass ever do anyone?