Ow.

I spent today completing a 50 ft. high ropes course. And being really at one with nature.

As in, while I was 50 feet up and standing on only a very thin wire, bees buzzed around me.

And a black ant crawled down my cleavage when I needed my hands to hold myself steady.

And a daddy longlegs just chillin' where I really needed to just collapse after the scariest, highest, least supported part.

Bah.

I have bruises up the insides of both of my arms, scratches up my knees, and various bleeding bug bites.

And we haven't even gone camping yet, oh no.

I smell myself. Which means I am showering.

Now.