re: #100 Wendell Zurkowitz ((slave to the waffle light))

We were camping under the stars in the Santa Rita Mountains south of Tucson. Woke up to find a dead scorpion in my sleeping bag. Right at chest level. I had rolled over and squashed it before it stung me.

That was the last time I camped out without a tent…

Damn. I hate scorpions. I’ve camped without a tent in the desert plenty when I was younger, but the longer I lived in the environment the less willing I got. Now it would feel foolish. I’m still emotionally scarred from the couple times I found giant centipedes in my bed in NM. NOPE.