Note to self: when suffering from severe cases of cabin fever (and it's not even December! *gulp*)claustrophobia and frustration, doing something stupid usually helps to relieve the pent up tension.
Especially if that stupid something is decided upon spontaneously at approximately 10:00 p.m.
And especially if that stupid something includes recruiting an unnamed brother/partner in crime, rolling up your pants, taking off your socks, and charging barefoot into the blizzardly night. Much hysteria and screeching are, unfortunately, unavoidable.