During the greatest sociological experiment of our time, we've seen our eight subjects in their natural habitat in New Jersey, in their adopted homes of Miami and Florence, but never have we seen them actually interact with, you know, nature. There is a reason for that.

Last night our hapless band or pranksters decided they would go camping. When Deena floated the idea, it was met with a resounding, "Guidos don't go camping." That makes sense. This is an urban race. Even from far back their ancestors come from the bulging metropolis of Rome. It has been thousands of years since they have had to live without the creature comforts of living in a cosmopolitan city. Well, Great Neck isn't really cosmopolitan, but it's on the LIRR, so you can get to New York pretty easily from there. But, you know, it's not rural.

In order to trudge out into the wild, the guidos first engage in one of the activities they are adept at: shopping. Yes, this is like their form of hunting where they go out into public and stalk things that are essential to their lifestyle. They don't kill them with bullets, they kill them with money. That is the guido way. They go to a camping store and buy tents and coolers and a toilet and some other strange stand up tent thing and take them into the woods and make a little tent city. This is how the guidos need to operate. Even when in the wilderness, they need to make some sort of cityscape in order to feel comfortable.

The Situation had the hardest time of all adjusting, paranoid that he would be crushed by a bear or eaten alive by a giant spider that has been crawling through the bowels of a mountain for the past ten decades. It's the sounds. The sounds that he just can't place. That is what is driving him crazy, like he's the most steroided-out hero of a Hitchcock movie (a Sitchcock movie?). He reacts by burning a tree that is still alive. This is stupid, as the other guidos point out. Not only will it be smokey and barely burn (without copious amounts of lighter fluid poured on it) but it is a destructive and aggressive act to the environment around him. Maybe it was some sort of sacrifice to the Duck Phone for abandoning it. Maybe it was a way to show nature that he is, in fact, the one in charge. Maybe he's just a stupid Beavis who wants to say "Heh Fire Fire Heh."

Then, in the morning, Sitch is rounding up everyone to leave as soon as possible. He can't take one more minute away from the sources of his strength, the gym, tanning salon, and laundromat. They clean up the extensive mess they made (seriously, how can six creatures make such a mess in the woods?) and head on their way. If there's one thing we learned, it's that guidos shouldn't camp.