PoB

I go camping a lot during the summer. It’s a really nice way to get away from the hell of reality (Wow, that was emo. Not exactly hell but… You get it. Job and college). At their restrooms there are always bugs. And I’m generally afraid of bugs that looks like they could survive a nuclear holocaust (LOOK like is a key factor). They’re always crawling on the floor when you least expect it. Usually making a dash right toward you when you take your eyes off of them. Those rascally rascals.