went weeks without showering,
no candy,
no junk food,
no toothpaste,
rocks for a bed,
drank cow tank water,
wore dirty grimy sweaty clothes,
slept with cochroaches in my sleeping bag,
rattle snakes threatening me while checking my traps, (aka using the bathroom)
tarantulas,
being eaten by chiggers,
living off the land,
being rolled over by boulders,
surviving off crawdads and prickly pears,
crawling through catclaw,
lovin' up dried tomatoes,
encounters with cactus
and so many other things I dare not mention.
AND I FREAK OUT WITH A FEW ANTS IN THE KITCHEN.

3 comments:
ha ha i love it. i wonder how you did all of those things too. but i understand why you would freak out about ants in the kitchen!
ewww that sounds awful! your 'wilderness' experience. i could never do that. yuck. i don't understand you either...?
I hate ants, especially if a lot of them are bunched up together. Gross!
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