Doug is now digging a trench in the completely saturated soil while the rain pours down upon him. If he doesn’t get struck by lightning, twist an ankle in the slippery mud or suffocate in a mudslide, he is going to have a raging case of poison everything in exchange for all the vines he grabbed and pulled off the side of the house. I’d comment on how he looks swinging that pick-axe, but you wouldn’t know if I was being serious, sarcastic or crazy.