Oh my gosh...I'm sitting in the specialist's waiting room that's full with people...and I'm reading your post. I started cracking up and then I realized I'm in a room full of strangers!OK, we are all back home.
We didn't get arrested but the guy that owned the campground did have to tell Dsqard not to enter in the (clearly marked) exit and to drive slower.
It was just what we needed - rest, relaxation and limited electronics.
I got there first and had about 90 minutes to myself. It was the perfect time period to have a snack, rest a bit and then scope out the landscape and plant some large fake tarantulas I had brought with me.
The first night we were visited closely by some yowling/howling/hooting thing that was pretty scary. I put my earplugs in. It came back each night. We named it Hootie.
The best idea I had was to mark the portajohn and my tent with glowsticks. I still got lost one night, but only for a few seconds.
The first morning Dsqard and I left the others at the campground and went to scope out the actual bathhouse with running water.
Little Bathhouse of Horrors.
There were two shower stalls. Dsqard took the one on the left. I got the one on the right.
Note that I do not like bugs. Especially spiders.
I see some daddy long legs on the sides of the shower. I tell myself that I'm a (dirty) adult and that I can handle this. I breathe, I get naked, turn the water on, and step in. It's a stall shower, and on the bottom has a wood slat thing on it.
As the water runs and heats up, the action starts.
Out of the bottom of the wood slat thingie comes all the creepie crawlies. ALL THE CREEPIE CRAWLIES. About a billion wolf spiders. And a 4 inch millipede. I start whimpering, almost ready to cry and Dsqard is not nice about it in the next stall. She's telling me that it's just daddy long legs and that I'm a baby.
I invited her to come inspect it, but she declined until I was wearing clothes. Upon inspection she conceded that it was horrifying.
Speaking of that, I had 4 extra fake tarantulas, so this morning Dsqard and I hid them around the bathhouse. My favorite, perched over the TP roll, ready to fly out when someone pulls the hanging piece down to grab some:
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I might have also left a similar situation at a rest area in Massachusetts.
Oops! Now that's just totally hilarious!!!

When's your book coming out?

Let's see if I have one of him before i sent him to our daughter. He wasn't even full grown yet in this photo..or two. Plus, he isn't even a yr. old yet...come this Nov. he will be.






