Way back in college, circa 1999 or so, I was privileged to see a fine documentary called, Varmints. This cinematic masterpiece, dubbed “the Schindler’s list of wildlife documentaries” and “darkly hilarious” by critics, happened to be on late one night in my dorm room and I also happened to be HIGH AS FUCK when my roommate and I magically chanced upon it. Maybe the visual and mental enhancement was the reason I found it so fascinating, but perhaps it actually stands on its own as a bizarrely weird nature film that has both fueled my nightmares and tickled my funny bone for years after the fact. BEHOLD: THE VARMINT GRENADE:
So morbid–but I laughed until I cried. Judge me if you want.
This clip of the varmint bombing combined in the film with an uncommonly proud man who had a dream about a prairie dog vacuum machine, BLEW MY FUCKING MIND.
It’s like The Room of nature documentaries–It is so unbelievable and ridiculous that it becomes gospel. This shit is CHURCH.
Varmints: The Trailer–