We were absolutely surrounded by mosquitos; one would land on my shoulder, and I'd slap it away. Then one would land on my arm, and I'd brush it off. Then I'd spot one on my side, and I'd brush it away. We couldn't get a moment's peace! The four of us were slaping at mosquitos here and there. "I should do the Macarena!" someone said. "Hey, I bet the Macarena was invented by someone trying to keep away mosquitos" said someone else. We realized how much sense this made: you keep moving so they can't land as well, and you slap your shoulders, hips, head, etc. to get rid of the mosquitos. "But you never slap your back," someone noted. "Oh, but that's why you turn around each time!"
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I had thought of another story to tell, but by the time I was writing this post I forgot what it was, so I'll just leave other noteworthy moments from camp for other posts. :)
-Rebecca
2 comments:
I feel like all three of those someones were me.... :P
I'm reasonably sure that the first was Melanie, the second was me, and the third was you. But I don't know. Maybe you did have the whole conversation with yourself. :)
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