Better Living Through Plastic Explosive - Pg 155 : Mister Kakami

   Syd, who hasn't slept outdoors since a mismanaged bar mitzvah camp-out in the ravine behind his grandparents' Rosedale house when he was thirteen... hears all manner of amplified and unidentifiable sounds in the surrounding night. Flesh-eating plants busily masticating the remains of rodents; antean beasts lying in wait; the long-lost auntie, now spectral and gone feral, watching, as if watching could be called a sound. Here be monsters. Porgie refused to light a fire, saying it would disturb the balance in the forest.