Hmmm...there have been several bad instances I could list, but probably my worst experience was when I was a teenager, and spent a week in the mountains of Angeles Natl. Forest at a church-sponsored Girls' Camp. That year we had to rough it--no cabins, just tents, and half of the camp was over-run with mice, but I wasn't sleeping in that part of the woods. (That would've been nice, comparatively.) The part of the camp that I was assigned to, and had to sleep for a week in was over-run (and I say that conservatively) with MASSIVE, MOUNTAIN-GROWN DADDY-LONG-LEGGED SPIDERS!!! Not the most fun place to stay if you already had a phobia about spiders to begin with, let me tell you. When you'd go to the restrooms, every possible surface was covered in giant spiders, the toilet bowls and under-parts of the sinks and the bathroom stall walls were literally black with the writhing, wriggling bodies of thousands of spiders on each fixture. (I would hike over to the camp leaders' bathroom instead. I could deal with mice running through the bathroom a lot better than I could having to share a toilet with over a thousand giant spiders!) I couldn't sleep at night, because everywhere I'd shine my flashlight, there were more giant daddy-long-legs clinging to the inner tent's walls, or...
Hmmm...there have been several bad instances I could list, but probably my worst experience was when I was a teenager, and spent a week in the mountains of Angeles Natl. Forest at a church-sponsored Girls' Camp. That year we had to rough it--no cabins, just tents, and half of the camp was over-run with mice, but I wasn't sleeping in that part of the woods. (That would've been nice, comparatively.) The part of the camp that I was assigned to, and had to sleep for a week in was over-run (and I say that conservatively) with MASSIVE, MOUNTAIN-GROWN DADDY-LONG-LEGGED SPIDERS!!! Not the most fun place to stay if you already had a phobia about spiders to begin with, let me tell you. When you'd go to the restrooms, every possible surface was covered in giant spiders, the toilet bowls and under-parts of the sinks and the bathroom stall walls were literally black with the writhing, wriggling bodies of thousands of spiders on each fixture. (I would hike over to the camp leaders' bathroom instead. I could deal with mice running through the bathroom a lot better than I could having to share a toilet with over a thousand giant spiders!) I couldn't sleep at night, because everywhere I'd shine my flashlight, there were more giant daddy-long-legs clinging to the inner tent's walls, or scurrying across my sleeping bag, while I was in it! I drove my tent-mates nuts, screaming every time I spotted another one in the tent, but I couldn't help it--I'd have preferred they sent me home, since nobody thought to check the camp's conditions before we all arrived.
Spent a night in the drunk tank, for those who have been as lucky as I have u know what it's like, cold as hell, metel bed, and breakfest! And they only charge u $110 a night, the recipt is yellow and says drunk in public they even sign it!
of all the places in life (with my share of it spent catching sleep in stores, local libraries and gas stations) the worst place i ever stayed was a rat infested shack that was falling apart. There was a dog with mange living under the house and the floors were half missing. My only salvation was a canvas army cot I was given to use which kept rodents off me when i slept. Im happy those days are over.
On the concrete floor, on a hot Georgia night where we had wound up after canoeing all day. There weren't even any walls and we heard a pack of feral dogs nearby.
God Bless you my friend. My Dad had nightmares about Nam as well. My Uncle was at Iwo Jima and would never talk about it. He took the horrors to his grave with him.
Yes, it was like that!
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The bench was about a foot shorter than me, and i slept there for 6 concurrent nights.