@Wildfire: lol! I can't wait to hear about his journey.
I was going to mention, the cold here is dry, so it's bearable. I imagine Florida cold is like... wet cold air. bleh.
There's been times I go out in a t-shirt and jeans and it isn't until my nose is getting crunchy that I'm like "oh. OH. it's cold out." *nose crunchy=below freezing. It's the moisture in the nose freezing up*
@CooperationIsKey: I was one of those kids that loved veggies and hated 'junk food'. Although, ramen was like once a day [or every other day]until I hit 18 and was like "oh.. this isn't good for me." XDD
@Aisukohi: omg, I had to look up a water moccasin. They're called cottonmouths around here. o3o" You've had poor circumstances with your camping trips. I'm sorry.
BUT You have great stories to tell! lol.
I would have totally been a person with a shovel around that cottonmouth. o3o'
FREAKIN RACCOONS. I love them.. but they're totally camp-food thieves!
As a teen, I took a few friends camping. We all started a fire and got comfortable- or at least I thought we were comfy. Everyone began fighting. Two people left to go on a walk [opposite directions], and two others went to bed. That left me alone at the fire. I had my feet up and I was gripping my bag of marshmallows watching the fire dim, just wondering how I didn't see the signs of the fight. [teen angst].
Then that awful 6th sense kicked in, that paranoid feeling like something was watching me and it just kept getting darker and I felt paralyzed. We were pretty much in the center of the camp grounds, so it couldn't've been a bobcat or any big game. I finally got enough balls to put my feet down off the chair and throw a log on the fire. However, when I went to set my bag of marshmallows on the ground, little THIEVING FINGERS GRABBED IT AND RAN OFF.
damn raccoon was Sitting under my chair for however long I had that itching feeling... WAITING for me to set my marshmallows down.
It was a full bag [minus a few I ate] of those GIANT marshmallows.
*shakes fist at raccoons* but I love them.