Yeah, It's my second entry for the day… but I'm bored… mabye I'll actually go to sleep…

Anyhow, here's something… I don't know what to call it… read on. (It's long)

Part One~ Scorpions

Well, the other day 2 of my friends and I went camping… nothing much, just Friday to Sunday. We decided not to bring tents, and that we'd slep under the stars. Well, one of my friends brought a bivvy (one man tent). It ended up being dark before we set up 'camp' which consisted of a wool liner spread out on the ground for me, with a matress of rocks, a nice, thick sleeping bag for Mason, and the bivvy for Daniel. Now, Mason had been complaining a bit about this flying thing that kept bumping into us, then flying away, only to come back in another 5 minutes… I told him to tough it, like a man.

Now, at 2AM I woke up feeling things crawling on me. I looked down to see that I had set up my sleeping liner in an ant path. I was too tired to be bothered with moving, so I just rolled over and… found myself face to face with a scorpion. Mason also was a awake, he saw the scorpeon, and the screaming was deafening. I have since told him that it's a good thing to scream, it lets out stress. He should have joined me in doing so.

We both jumped up, naked of course (it gets hot in Texas during the summer) and started running around. Eventually, we hit enough trees to stop us, and we decided to go back to get some gear. Daniel had slept through this. We went back, grabbed flashlights, a shovel, and underwear (the ants had gotten to the rest of our clothes) and went to a clearing to rest.

An hour passed by, and we looked behind us… only to find aother scorpion. We didn't freak out that time, we just ran and commandeered Daniel's one man tent. Imagine, three boys crammed into a one man tent, with very little clothing on. Not a pretty sight. I ended up using a shovel as a pillow, while Mason used my foot as a pillow, while Daniel essentially slep on top of us, using his kbar (really big knife) as a pillow.

Moral of the story ~ Don't sleep with scorpions. They don't like it.

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Part Two ~ Of Fire and Ice…

Camping again, with two different friends this time: Ian and Greg. It was winter, rainy and cold; we were holed up in our tent (yes, an actual tent, not a bivvy) and Greg got the great Idea of building a fire. It sounded good to me, though it seemed futile, all the wood was wet and the wind would make starting one hard… but Ian had a different idea. "Hey, we can make a fire in our tent! It'll keep us warm, and it'll be easy to start!" Not a good Idea. We, of course, were forbidden to have flammables with us, though, between us, we rounded up a cup of wax, a gallon of lint, a pint of lighter fluid, popsicle sticks, and matches… lots of matches. Ian and Greg insisted on lighting it al at once, and I watched in horor. Thank god it didn't light, at least, at first. We put all the flammibles in a cup we made out of duct tape, thinking that it wasn't flammible, and lit the stuff on fire. Immediately, we had a small inferno going… I was horrified, since the fire was between me and the door, so I grabbed greg's shoe and snuffed the fire out with it. After all, who cares if your shoe is a bit singed…

Anyway, they insisted on lighting it again, and this time chaos erupted. The lighter fluid spilled out of the cup, the cup itself went up in flames, and the tent cought on fire. I don't remember whose blanket I put it out with… The tent was filled with smoke, and, we still had a ton of partially-burnt stuff left, including the tent, so Gred decided that we had to destroy the evidence. Idiot. He ran off into the woods and lit the stuff on fire… throwing in a can of bug spray to add to the effect. At least the tree was only a sapling… and it was damp…

Moral of the story ~ Only You Can Start Forest Fires

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And that's it for now… And yes, this is true, mabye a tad exaggerated… excuse me while I go check on my pet llama.