It’s time for Cyranny’s Quickie again! Today she’s asking, Do you enjoy camping?
I do not enjoy camping in the least. Here’s why:
When I got married for the first time, which is among the Top 10 biggest mistakes of my life, hubby decides we should camp near an Indian Reservation on the first night of our honeymoon.
Boy, oh boy was I excited! Camping in New Mexico in November. Yeah, buddy! What new bride wouldn’t be thrilled?
It was late afternoon by the time we managed to get the tent set up. It was already getting pretty chilly and Ihad to use the restroom. Well, of course there was no restroom so I had to find a nice secluded spot in the woods. The woods weren’t very lush since we were damn near in the desert so I found a large tree to go behind.
Just as I got “in position” the sky suddenly went dark and this weird flapping noise was everywhere. Bats. Many, many bats. I was terrified. Unhappy, too.
Apparently every evening at dusk, the bats come out of their caves or whatever. Who knew?
That’s all I remember about the camping trip.
The divorce was final October 28th of the following year.
aka, The Abject Muse 
Tell it like it is