I took down our tent today, it was really nice out for the last few days so I figured it had dried out enough to pack it away. We had a campout in our backyard a couple of weeks ago since Jon REALLY wanted to go camping but it just never quite fit in our schedule.
OMG- I about died when I was pulling the poles out of the little sleeves. Hundreds of little pincer bugs were living in there. I screamed and started hitting the tent with a broom, which made them start falling out (the tent was still kind of upright) - they were just pouring out, it was like a horror movie or something. I'm getting all squigly just sitting here thinking about it.
Something tickled my leg and I turned quickly but it was just a loose tie, then I felt something in my head which turned out to be the tree branch. I swear I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
I really want to be a nature lover, I really want to go camping and enjoy the outdoors, hiking, all that good stuff. I just can't get over the fact that things *live* out there, LOL.
Jon has joined cub scouts and they go family camping 4 times per year, I can't go screaming hitting tents with brooms and jumping up and down everytime we go. I am going to look like such a dork. Please tell me I'm not alone, share your most horrible outdoorsy experience with me. My idea of camping is a sofa bed in a cheap hotel room, LOL.
OMG- I about died when I was pulling the poles out of the little sleeves. Hundreds of little pincer bugs were living in there. I screamed and started hitting the tent with a broom, which made them start falling out (the tent was still kind of upright) - they were just pouring out, it was like a horror movie or something. I'm getting all squigly just sitting here thinking about it.

Something tickled my leg and I turned quickly but it was just a loose tie, then I felt something in my head which turned out to be the tree branch. I swear I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
I really want to be a nature lover, I really want to go camping and enjoy the outdoors, hiking, all that good stuff. I just can't get over the fact that things *live* out there, LOL.
Jon has joined cub scouts and they go family camping 4 times per year, I can't go screaming hitting tents with brooms and jumping up and down everytime we go. I am going to look like such a dork. Please tell me I'm not alone, share your most horrible outdoorsy experience with me. My idea of camping is a sofa bed in a cheap hotel room, LOL.
I think I'm going to have to actually watch that movie instead of just have it on for the kids!
I'm flabbergasted!
Why would you sleep on the hard dirty ground when you can sleep on an air mattress? Or better yet, a bed in a hotel?