Camping

I like going away on trips. My family used to go down to a place called Repton when I was younger about once a year around Christmas time. It was a caravan park, where everyone in my family would meet up once a year for Christmas and New Years. I remember this one time we went down, my cousin and I were really excited the night before we left, so we stayed up really late and for some reason slept in the lounge room. We had sleeping bags and things so maybe we thought we would get some camping in early, or maybe we just thought it was cool to sleep in the lounge room with sleeping bags. The car trip seemed to go and go forever and ever.

Finally we got there and saw all our cousins and everything seemed like it was worth it.

Until that night.

The first thing I remember was Nanna telling my cousin to pick up her Doona so it didn't drag on the ground. My cousin probably forgot about it or something but the first thing I saw when I shone the torch on her bed was a HUGE pile of slugs.

I don't even know how all those slugs got on there but I mean it was pretty freaky. So my cousin and I, being the adventurers we were, ventured into my Nanna and Poppy's caravan because we had seen in cartoons that salt kills slugs.

After fixing the problematic Doona slugs (by throwing them on the ground outside the tent), we then ran around throwing salt in the air and around the tent.

We truly were slug killing salt bandits. Nothing could stop us now. We had now made the tent forever safe from slugs and could now safely climb back into bed with nothing to worry about. My cousin decided to keep the big torch shining at the wall for our protection though.

It's lucky she did cause no sooner had she done that than a big centipede crawled into the torch light!

It looked something like this:

We ran screaming from the tent like little girls. Because... we were.. little girls.

Then like the bug killing bandits we were we hid inside Nanna and Poppy's Caravan until we were caught, at which point we stole some bug spray and killed the centipede. This was all fine until the attack of the Killer Huntsman Spider. Why do you think it's called a Huntsman? CLEARLY because it Hunts MAN. Nanna and Poppy didn't see it our way though. So when we woke up on the couch of the Caravan the next day they totally didn't understand.