Embarrassing Story #6

Well, I can't believe that I've been doing this for six months now. In that short amount of time, we've covered how big of a geek I am, that I can be chased by young boys with squirt guns, am afraid of the Easter Bunny, cried over a big hamburger, and how I kissed somebody else's grandmother.

Yeah.

This month, I'll just be sharing some random things that happened to me when I was at camp on August 10th. First, as a background, I have to mention several things: 1) It was the second to last week of camp, and I was drained physically and emotionally. I had some situations that week that were challenging, and it's not like I had been lying around eating bon-bons before that. 2) Bugs temporarily take over the site sometimes. During Staff Orientation, it was caterpillars that were hanging off every railing, huddled into swarms on trees, etc. The last few weeks of camp it was these little centipede-like things that were crawling around everywhere, mostly along the shoreline and (very inconveniently) on the pier. 3) Birds sometimes nest in places they shouldn't nest. Barn swallows, in particular, are pretty stupid and always build their nests in the most awkward places on site - the Galilee South porch, and the entrance to the chapel. This means that, from time to time, birds fly into the chapel during Chapel.

So the stage is set. We have centipede-ish things all around site, and a bird flying into the chapel. It's breakfast on August 10th, and I'm happily eating my French Toast Sticks, unaware that things are going to get worse from here on out. Then, all of a sudden, I feel something drop onto my head. More than slightly freaked out, I brush my hair, and onto my plate plops...... .....a centipede-ish thing. ......ugh. Gross! ....it was so disgusting that I am still recoiling in revulsion. I get it off my plate, kill it, and get a new plate. But by then I'm flipped out, so I keep looking up with horror, expecting a ceiling tile to come crashing down upon me with several thousand of these little wormy things to crawl all over me (ugh, just writing about them grosses me out ::shudder::). This was the beginning of my day.

The crowning moment, though, happened after all the craziness of the day had finished. The kids had gone home, we had cleaned the buildings, and we gathering in the chapel for a short meeting followed by a closing service for the summer (many staff were leaving after that week). I came in hot and sweaty, and just "done". I had just sat down to relax for a bit when the bird, the infamous Barn Swallow, flew in the chapel. A moment later...

....plop!

Onto my shoulder. I glance over to verify and... yes, it had pooped on me. ::sigh:: ...I'm pretty sure worse things could've happened to me. Actually, I'm positive that something much worse could've happened to me. I have a good life- God has blessed me greatly. But, at that moment, the combination of having a centipede/worm-thing land on my head that morning and the tiredness of camp was just... well, it felt like it just wasn't my day.

So you can add that to embarrassing things you now know about me - I've gotten worms in my hair, and have had a bird poop on me.

Just wait 'til you hear my story for October: "I Can't Believe I'm Going To Share A Story About Girls"