na, our plan was to go out to the emu farm east of town, take some rope and run with it between us (this is at 2 A.M. after driving home from K-state) and trip one up. dive on it, take the huge zip ties and hobble it (one around each ankle and one loosely between so it could walk but not kick) and then put a tshirt on it so it couldn't flog you. Could you imagine opening up your bathroom door in the morning, 5 am, groggy, tired adn getting pecked in the ****ing chest by an emu. I don't think there is anything that could prepare you for that.
and wyatt, Monte Grisk is the best april fool ever.