The counselors decided that on the night we should camp out of doors, in the woods by the lake, that would be an excellent time to continue the story of Mad Mary.
They explained that she had long, needle-like fingernails and would rip open the stomachs of cows, gorging on the innards. They even added flourishes about missing cattle from nearby farms.
I don’t know why they chose to torment us poor kids. I guess they thought we would sleep better?
Not me. I lay awake all night, startled by even the slightest rustle in the woods.
Thus Mad Mary became a permanent part of my psyche.