Girl's Gone Camping

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

This was my brother, who was walking with me down to the campground general store. In between gagging, spitting, and ALMOST puking, I got my message across: I had swallowed a bug. It flew in my mouth, and I crunched it between my teeth.

It was bitter.

I made a S'more later that night though, which MORE than made up for it.

I'm on allergy meds, and I have no energy to write more. Oh, except to say this: Mike, according to my tracker you are the most frequent visitor to my blog, BY FAR, and have hit 100 visits since I started keeping track. Congratulations; you're obsessed with me.