You may have heard about this.. there were these teenagers known as The Troglodytes who "took to the ragged mountains of the British Isles to live in caves! Some tourists camping out stumbled on them one day in the form of a naked mangy teenager coming round the mountain covered head to toe in grime and filth and shit. On sighting them, his panther eyes blazed up and his gnarly jaw dropped and he let out the most bloodcurdling howl heard by human ears since aeons B.C. at least, and then he pounced...
They organized a police party and combed the hills until all the dog-children had been located and brought down, whole scarry tribes of them, [pretty much naked], and though all were refugees from civil streets and mostly good homes they communicated in only preverbal grunts and yelps and cattarh spasms. What did they eat? Oh, the usual: beasts and fowl of the field cooked on cavern fires, nuts, twigs and berries, no McDonalds or Colonel Sanders because quite naturally all allowances from home were cut off when they shed their threads to run wild in the outback and anyway caves don't have mailboxes or even roads in that raw neck of the woods (I didn't know that terrain so remote and nasty existed in Merrie Olde, but it's all true, you can read it in the '65 and '66 papers.)"
-Lester Bangs
