The Hunt!

I think you really get to see the crazy side of people, when they spend 12 hours in a box. Say.... a car for instance.

My husband became a predator of bad drivers. The hunt intensified as we found a driver that was doing 90mph and crossed over the solid white line, or drove in between two lanes 23 times in 8 miles. The prey tried to evade my crafty husband on several occasions. But the Hunter was smarter and our ran the specimen easily. He feabily thought rude hand signlas would sway the King of the Roads from his quest to rid the world of such drivers. But alas, he have his licence plate number, and therefore the story will not end here.