My son reminded me today that its just a few weeks until we go on our annual camping trip. I alluded to it in this post--->To Go or Not To Go Camping
I shouldn't complain...we are in a tiny cabin with two sets of bunk-beds the kids take the tops bunks and Hubby and I the bottom ones. This also means that I can't nudge or shake the bed when The Hubster starts to snore like a bear.
There is a small kitchen. I shouldn't call it camping, but it is...to me.
I don't do well there. In fact if I were to be graded on my outdoor expertise....my grade would be F-
I can't help it. The out doors hates me. IT DOES!
I have proof...
We will go to the beach and biting flies will pounce on me and not bother anyone else.
At the camp fire that we have every night on vacation everyone sits happily enjoying the starry night and smores (we like to call them schmoes). While there I was the only one consistantly pelted by cicadas or whatever the heck giant insect it was. PELTED...IN THE HEAD!!!!
While fishing I noticed a snake in the water...no problem as long as I can see them far enough away from me then I am OK. Trouble was I must have been at that spot an hour and never noticed the snake that was about a foot away from my feet; it was hiding in the bushes and came out only to attack the other snake that dragged a fish in it's mouth! YUCK and EEEWWWW!
After returning from a hike I went into the bathroom...and when I saw myself in the mirror there was a bee hanging out on the top of my head!
Everyone knows when there is some kind of weird insect around me because I do a sort of dance that I can only describe as a combination of the chicken dance, twist and the jerk.
Yesterday my son ran inside to inform me that there was some kind of big bug outside. I went to investigate and this thing was definitely leftover from the Jurassic period and it came flying straight at me! I was a blurr as I ran in the house.
What prompted me to write this post today? I went out to water the grass and there was a big ol' slug on the hose which made it's acquaintance with my hand. HEEE BEEEE GEEEE BEEEES! I scrubbed my hands as if I were to perform surgery.
Still, believe it or not I am looking forward to our vacation...the only problem is I'm sure the bugs and critters are too.
if they were only this cute