I actually do. My wife rented a luxury tent (read: wooden shack) in Western NC. Rain water and an outside shower, complete with 1 lb daddy long legs, a toilet that incinerates everything, complete with smells, a fan, a fire pit and a dirty creek. And a grill.
Kept waking up because spider bro was looking at me. He disappeared last night. I thought he was activating Operation #467-A and B. I haven't smacked my face that hard since i woke up after election night. I need to leave my bags in the garage in case one of the spider bros hitched a ride.
I'm a city boy. Not made for this shit.
I'll be in my shower for an hour. You know how you get when you can smell your own ass? I was doing brief bird baths.