Adventures with an electric fence

I wish we had those pictures of us in the time-out chair, but my stupid cotton-headed ninnymuggins of a sister left her cord to connect her phone to her computer in Boston. Allow me to explain why we were in the time-out chair. We were very very bad, because everyone knows that electric fences are not to be touched. But what happens if you touch one? Don't you want to know? 

Basically, we're bored. No jobs really to speak of, no cellphone signal out in the woods, no bedtime, no alarms. Just the occasional brush with greatness. Or, an electric fence. So, we were out here at camp Yungeberg, after snack time but before crafts, and we went on a little nature walk. Found a fence we wanted to climb under. Saw that it has insulators on every post. Consequently spent the better part of an hour daring each other to touch it. "What will you give me?" "Nothing!" "You touch it!" "I will if you do..." 

So, we touched it... and do you know what happened? Nothing. And it turns out, it wasn't even turned on. Yep, we finally touched it. Nothing. You should try it sometime...