The setup for some of my mischief takes longer than the actual execution. There’s the planning, the careful preparation of locations and props, and—in some cases—a bit of phony (ehehehehe–“phoney“—get it?) text messaging.
Behold my latest:
Once she stops hyperventilating and the blood gets back to her brain, she’ll figure out it’s fake, but those five seconds of sheer terror will keep me chuckling and skipping for a week.