Cuidado! Zombies!

So, I'm driving Julianna and her pal Ally home from camp (camp songs! Sung really fast! Now with extra volume and laughter!), and they're doing some weird-ass camp thing where someone burps and then two other people shout out a color and the burper has to make an animal noise...at least I THINK that was the procedure, I was just playing along because I'm a Cool Mom...and Julianna was doing the alpaca noise that her counselor taught them (another aside--the counselors had pseudonyms: Alpaca, Angel, and Kool-Aid.  What the hell is that about?  If this hadn't been a Girl Scout camp, no way would I have left my first born in the care of people who won't tell  me their names.  Oh, and one artificial coloring-deprived Brownie thought that Kool-Aid was so named b/c she was a "cool aide."  Which, apparently, she wasn't because "she yelled all the time and was always fighting."  She was Irish.  Probably drunk. ), and it was this weird whooping noise.  I said that the only noise I'd heard alpacas make was a kind of moan.  I made the noise.  Ben said, "That sounds like a zombie."  "Oh, they ARE zombies.  When llamas die, they come back as zombies.  We just call them alpacas because that's less creepy."  "Really?"  God bless the child.