It’s stories like these that make me scared of college. Red Solo cups? Get me one. Eight hours of exams? Make it nine. A campus the size of Alaska? Bring it on. But frat boys and their pepper spray…haunt my nightmares.
A prime example can be found here at Westword Blogs, where two guys belonging to the Sigma Phi Epsilon fraternity got a hold of some pepper spray. And not just any kind, the kind used to fight off bears. Having been drinking all day, they decided a better use for it was a few sprays inside an unfortunate woman’s home. They then sprayed the can’s remainder into another frat house party, only to have the wind blow it back into their faces upon their escape. This is what you get, when you mess with…uh, pepper spray.
