Stuck in the Wild |The Wilds|

Trap the Jag

The group was back at the beach and Scotty was drawing his plan in the sand while Josh was redressing Cassie's shoulder and checking her stomach. Kirin was doing push-ups and everyone else was trying to figure out what the hell Scotty was drawing. 

"Okay!" He said once he finished the drawing. "Surround the big cat armed with the baddest spears we can make and then basically stab the shit out of it!" He took the stick and stabbed the sand while repeating cheering stab. "Dead Jaguar."

"This is the play you want us to run?" Kirin asked. "I don't even know what I'm looking at here."

"Looks like a human cell, like how we had to draw it in biology," Josh observed.

Cass smiled, "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."

"Yeah!"

"That's obviously the jag!" Scotty exclaimed. "Bo, is that not obviously the jag?"

"I wouldn't say obviously."

"Can't just run up and stab it dawg," Kirin said. "This isn't the hood."

"The hood? Bitch you don't know my life! For all you know, I could live in one of those red brick good trick-or-treating-type communities."

Bo shook his head, "He doesn't."

"Okay well if my idea sucks, let's see you come up with one on your own. Or would that make your jalopy-ass brain overheat you dumb-dumb?"

Kirin stood up and made his way over to Scotty, "What the hell did you just call me?"

"You heard me bitch!"

Yup this is a good time to intervene. 

Cassie jumped to her feet, stood in front of Kirin, and placed her uninjured hand on his shoulder while Bo calmed down Scotty.

"Woah, guys, you guys chill," Seth said calmly. "Everyone's got a point here, right? Kirin's right. A direct attack would probably be a suicide mission. I mean look at Cass."

"Jeez, thanks."

"Sorry."

They shared a quick smile before he continued, "Scotty you're definitely onto something with the spears. Easily our best bet, weapons-wise. Badges, what do you think?"

"Well, whatever we do, it's got to be from a distance," Henry said in that monotone voice of his. It kinda sounded like an audiobook. Cassie could fall asleep to him talking if he wasn't so morbid all the time, "We don't have any long-range firearms, guess that means a trap."

Seth pointed to his head, "Okay. I don't know if what I'm imagining is, like a legit thing or just some Indiana Jones shit but like make a thatch trap that the jag could like fall through?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Scotty rooted. "Right onto some sharp-ass spears."

"Yes! Yes, why not?"

"Proper term is a pit-fall trap, but yes theoretically, that could do the job," Henry answered.

"Nice nice nice. So now all we need is a pit big enough. Could we dig one?"

Raf stood up, "What if we cleared out the bunker?"

"Yes!" Seth clapped his friend on the shoulder. "Yes! We spike the bunker."

"Okay I'm new here," Ivan pipped up. "But cats are brilliant right? Like I know she's not just gonna sashay over and fall in."

"Maybe we can bait it. You know, like with the turkey jerky."

Cass nodded, "That would work. In Brazil, we would leave our already dead animals around to keep the Jaguars away from the livestock."