Arachnisomnia

Well, the coyotes didn't come by last night.  No.  Spiders did, however.  Spiders by the dozen.  After about the twentieth time of getting out of my chair to kill a spider in the tent, the little ones decided that maybe sleeping there was not such a hot idea. So all six of them crammed into the camper to sleep.  

Nice, cozy, and comfortable.

Mom wasn't about to sleep in the tent.  So, that leaves the car.  Yes, gentle readers, we slept in the car.  Can't begin to express my happiness, the sheer joy, over the bonding experience the Mrs. and I shared.  A priceless memory, indeed.

Next year it's Chucky Cheese.  Period.