Did I tell ever tell you that when I was in Bryce Canyon, I saw a see-through scorpion.

I was sitting by the campfire drinking and overlooking some vistas containing rocks and dirt.  I hit my buddy and say, "OMG, that's a scorpion!."   He doesn't believe me so he pokes it with a stick at which point it flashes it's tail and starts charging our feet. My friend starts shrieking and hopping up and down and I fall backwards off of my chair onto my back.

My friend decided to sleep INSIDE the tent that night, and I chalked up albino scorpion to my list of crazy aminals seen in while hiking. Giant slugs,  tree hobbits, and See-through scorpions.

I slept for only 2 hours because the night turned into a sunrise unexpectedly (which by that point we HAD to stay up and watch it), and I didn't get to bed till 6ish, I'll estimate. By 8:00  AM I was simmering slowly in a tepid pool of my own sweat pooled in the bottom of my vinyl tent.

Two nights later my friend and I ended up backpacking out and sleeping in a valley surrounded by hills.  I was much more creeped out then I was the previous two nights, and I couldn't figure out why, till my friend pointed out that the last two nights I had camped on top of a hill whereas this night we were in a valley.  Then it all made sense.  But so interesting that my human nature honed as perfectly as it is for survival and reproduction wanted me to get the FREAK out of there.  And my brain, which is me, had no idea why I was so scared.

Before I retired to bed that night, I accidentally spilled a tablespoon of kool-aid spiked vodka on my backpack. I was awake for HOURS shivering with tenseness convinced that mountain-lions were licking my backpack and were going to, not content with the small tease of tart, come busting through my tent to eat me cause I was sweating cherry-flavored vodka and to punish me for sleeping inebriated at the bottom of a hill and for accidentally stepping on the who-people who were only trying to help the trees grow.