Ah, the joys of camping out in the California wilderness. A group of screwed up inner city L.A. youths go camping with a couple of adult do-gooders. But you would've figured they'd go somewhere other than a place that's a marijuana growers paradise. Like these pot growers are a paranoid bunch and they're very protective of their crops.

The first one we meet has an indoor operation that is powered by a hamster. Huh? Yep, a hamster running around in a wheel is powering the whole damn hydroponic grass farm. This guy is a real loser though, and deservedly so, since it's his steroid gloopy fertilzer shit that causes the whole problem. You see, it's his goo that drips down under the floorboards and causes some teeny tiny wood ticks to to grow to six inches. He gets his foot caught in his own bear trap and the ticks decide to use him as a nesting spot to lay eggs in. See what I mean about him being a loser?

The next two pot farmers that we meet are a couple of real crazies. One calls himself "Sir" and thinks spitting out a few French words like "si vous plais" and "aurevoir" makes him a pretty sophisticated dude. His buddy and eternal brown noser is always at his side and is a bit of a homocidal manic.

Meanwhile, the ticks are proliferating rapidly. You can't turn around anywhere in the forest without seeing an eggsack that's beating wildly like a heart hanging from a tree. But do you think these dumb city kids can see them? No sir.

One of the kids has brought a dog that is attacked and killed by the ticks. The kid takes off for L.A. but doesn't get too far before the bugs get him, and then to make matters even worse the two loonies shoot him. The kids lies there in pain and swallows a handfull of blue steroids, probably because it's the only pills he can lay his hands on. Talk about having a bad day.

In the meantime the dog is brought to a vet to try and determine the cause of death. The doctor tries to get a blood sample but instead a tick comes popping out of the dog and runs around the room with the syringe sticking out of it's back. They squish it.

Things are not going so great back at the cabin either. One of the kids has been attacked and there's a forest fire heading their way which is driving the bugs toward them. The two loonie pot growers show up covered in ticks and are let in. Then the kid they shot shows up and promptly croaks. The brown noser is convinced by the end of a gun barrel to go outside and retieve the van for them to escape in. He manages to crash it through the wall just before he dies. The kids overpower the second loonie just as the dead kid starts flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. The rest of the good guys beat it upstairs and climb out a window to the safety of the van. The dead guy splits open and a really, really big tick pops out of him and finishes off the loonie. So how come this guy produces such a big tick? Remember I told you he had taken some steroids cause they were the only pills he could get? You do? Good, I'm glad you're paying attention.

Back in L.A. the van is in a junkyard and what do you suppose drops off the bottom of it? That's right, the sequel.

This one's very good. The action is pretty well non stop after it gets going and the bugs are really great. I don't know if they're real or not but they sure look it.