I mean, Sirling, and today I'm at a McCain Potato Field, being chased by a massive

war!

It's just a lady bird, Ian.

Well it had a real war spanner, Jay.

Why are they here?

Well, we plot wildflowers to help encourage wildlife, like birds and insects.

So, we eat McCain chips.

I'm helping do some good.

Yeah, exactly.

You're supporting the move to regenerative farming.

Oh, good this time.

It's definitely a war sp.

My life's in danger.

Ian, that's a butterfly.

McCain, let's all jump in.

There is a place that is spoken about only in whispers, a dark area that spawns the beginnings

of urban legends, a place where anything can happen, and usually does.

During the light of day, it hides just outside of you.

But when the sun goes down, spirits, creatures of the night roam free, and things do go bump

in the night.

It is in every state and every country, and there is no escaping it.

No matter how safe you view behind your locked doors and latched windows.

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