My family has camped, fished and hunted since it was first invented. We were taught how to make camp sites, tie hooks and bobbers on our lines and how to shoot a gun. We were taught to be self sufficient should there be a nuclear holocaust and all technology should fail. We can grow, catch and slaughter our own food. But we are in no way immune to tiny woodland creatures. I will explain.
When I was a Senior in high school my parents decided it was time to take one last family vacation before my brothers and I went our separate ways. They decided going up to a familiar camp ground and cabin rental place up near Alpena, MI would be a fantastic idea. It had quaint cabins, was on a lake and we had a week, I think this is how all horror films start.
The trip started with a fantastic bang. We saw an Elk herd right off the road, made fantastic time and didn't even argue once on the way up. I was pumped that I could sleep in a bed and not on a flimsy air mattress in a tent. Rain, snow, sleet or hail, I was going to be comfy. We got into our cabin, got set up and all ready for bed. I chose the couch... innocent enough, right? Ahhh, no. The couch was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever laid eyes on. It was seriously broke down and made your butt sink much lower than your head. It would have been great had I needed a Craftmatic bed that I didn't ever have hope of getting out of. I dubbed it the "Ab Couch" because you had to haul yourself out of it in a serious crunch-like move.
Once I had found the most comfortable position for the night, I closed my eyes to fall peacefully off to sleep when it sounded like a million elephants were running through the rafters. My mother and I started screaming at the Red Squirrels trouncing through the ceiling and swiftly made our way out to the truck for the night. After sleeping in the "upright position" for the remainder of the evening, we stiffly got out of the truck and made our way to breakfast. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful; we went fishing, walked through the woods and spent the day in joyous celebration of freedom. We were pretty tired and ready for the blissfulness of sleep.
Night Two started out pretty benign. We found comfy spots to sleep, the squirrels only ran around for a short bit and we survived sleeping without mosquito nets and air conditioning. It was starting to be a great vacation until night three.
Night Three started out just as Night Two. My abs were really starting to develop quite nicely and the giant mosquito bites really didn't bother me until I got super hot. Night Three was super hot, I was slightly itchy, the red squirrels were starting to calm down and go to bed and every one went down to the water to try to get some fresh, cool air. I went in and laid down with my mom on the giant, bounce house kind of bed. It seriously was like being in a raft. Anytime you moved, the other person moved in wave like rhythm. The two of us were giggling, talking and gossiping in general. It was a good time despite being super hot, past midnight and full of tiny rodents. But as all good things must come to an end, I had to pee thus getting up and upsetting the balance of the raft-bed. I went into the rustic bathroom to hover. They had put a wooden fence piece up for a door and it had a tiny little hook latch to keep it closed.
I had gone in like any other time, closed the latch and started doing my business. I was barefoot like a fool and felt something cold and soft on my foot. As I looked down, I saw a gigantic, innocent looking little mouse with brown fur, beady eyes and soft little pink paws. I freaked out, started running around and peeing on myself and the mouse at the same time. I was screaming, crying and peeing. Some how I made it up onto the toilet, both feet on the seat and crying. My mom had no idea what the heck just happened and tried to get into the bathroom to find out what was the matter. Good thing I locked that door with the little metal hook! She was pounding on the outside of the door asking me what had happened and all I could do was cry and make non-sensical words.
After about 15 minutes of gibberish and crying I got off the toilet, wiped off my legs and made my way out into the living room area where my mother asked if I had seen a ghost. I told her it was the mouse and she cackled until she nearly peed herself. She couldn't stop laughing and all I could do was cry, "THE MOUSE TOUCHED ME AND I PEED ON MYSELF! Not FUNNY!" Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night and made my way out to the truck for the remainder of the trip. Oh and everyone within a 20 mile radius around the campsite and cabins could hear me.
I proclaim to be a Non-Whimp except when there are mice around. I don't know what it is but they are creepy and I can't stand them. (Shiver) I think I will stick with flimsy air mattresses and tents. There seems to be less rodents in those things.
-Suzs
When I was a Senior in high school my parents decided it was time to take one last family vacation before my brothers and I went our separate ways. They decided going up to a familiar camp ground and cabin rental place up near Alpena, MI would be a fantastic idea. It had quaint cabins, was on a lake and we had a week, I think this is how all horror films start.
The trip started with a fantastic bang. We saw an Elk herd right off the road, made fantastic time and didn't even argue once on the way up. I was pumped that I could sleep in a bed and not on a flimsy air mattress in a tent. Rain, snow, sleet or hail, I was going to be comfy. We got into our cabin, got set up and all ready for bed. I chose the couch... innocent enough, right? Ahhh, no. The couch was the most uncomfortable thing I had ever laid eyes on. It was seriously broke down and made your butt sink much lower than your head. It would have been great had I needed a Craftmatic bed that I didn't ever have hope of getting out of. I dubbed it the "Ab Couch" because you had to haul yourself out of it in a serious crunch-like move.
Once I had found the most comfortable position for the night, I closed my eyes to fall peacefully off to sleep when it sounded like a million elephants were running through the rafters. My mother and I started screaming at the Red Squirrels trouncing through the ceiling and swiftly made our way out to the truck for the night. After sleeping in the "upright position" for the remainder of the evening, we stiffly got out of the truck and made our way to breakfast. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful; we went fishing, walked through the woods and spent the day in joyous celebration of freedom. We were pretty tired and ready for the blissfulness of sleep.
Night Two started out pretty benign. We found comfy spots to sleep, the squirrels only ran around for a short bit and we survived sleeping without mosquito nets and air conditioning. It was starting to be a great vacation until night three.
Night Three started out just as Night Two. My abs were really starting to develop quite nicely and the giant mosquito bites really didn't bother me until I got super hot. Night Three was super hot, I was slightly itchy, the red squirrels were starting to calm down and go to bed and every one went down to the water to try to get some fresh, cool air. I went in and laid down with my mom on the giant, bounce house kind of bed. It seriously was like being in a raft. Anytime you moved, the other person moved in wave like rhythm. The two of us were giggling, talking and gossiping in general. It was a good time despite being super hot, past midnight and full of tiny rodents. But as all good things must come to an end, I had to pee thus getting up and upsetting the balance of the raft-bed. I went into the rustic bathroom to hover. They had put a wooden fence piece up for a door and it had a tiny little hook latch to keep it closed.
I had gone in like any other time, closed the latch and started doing my business. I was barefoot like a fool and felt something cold and soft on my foot. As I looked down, I saw a gigantic, innocent looking little mouse with brown fur, beady eyes and soft little pink paws. I freaked out, started running around and peeing on myself and the mouse at the same time. I was screaming, crying and peeing. Some how I made it up onto the toilet, both feet on the seat and crying. My mom had no idea what the heck just happened and tried to get into the bathroom to find out what was the matter. Good thing I locked that door with the little metal hook! She was pounding on the outside of the door asking me what had happened and all I could do was cry and make non-sensical words.
After about 15 minutes of gibberish and crying I got off the toilet, wiped off my legs and made my way out into the living room area where my mother asked if I had seen a ghost. I told her it was the mouse and she cackled until she nearly peed herself. She couldn't stop laughing and all I could do was cry, "THE MOUSE TOUCHED ME AND I PEED ON MYSELF! Not FUNNY!" Needless to say, I didn't sleep that night and made my way out to the truck for the remainder of the trip. Oh and everyone within a 20 mile radius around the campsite and cabins could hear me.
I proclaim to be a Non-Whimp except when there are mice around. I don't know what it is but they are creepy and I can't stand them. (Shiver) I think I will stick with flimsy air mattresses and tents. There seems to be less rodents in those things.
-Suzs
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