Last week I went to summer camp for a week with some of our students. A sleep in cabins, hike in the woods, swim in the lake, sing by the campfire, mosquito-biting, tick infested summer camp. Now I must say up front, it didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it would. I was in an air-conditioned cabin that was critter-free (hallelujah!) and I had a great time hanging out with the kids. They love the place, and it was fun to experience that with them. Oh but as you can imagine, city girl meets the camp world… and it was an interesting week.
You see the problem is, as much as I hate to admit it, I am that girl. You know, that girl who lets out a giant “Eek!” if a bug gets too close or spazzes if a bee flies too near. It’s embarrassing, but it happens every time, never fails. The great outdoors? Beautiful. God’s amazing workmanship. However… camping, hiking, small creepy crawlies? Not my cup of tea.
Most embarrassing admission (just so you know how bad it really is): my fear of butterflies. That’s right. The beautiful little fluttering creatures that God delicately weaves inside a cocoon until it is ready to burst forth in all its colorful and wonderful splendor and fill the world with peace and gentleness… completely terrify me. One of those winged beasts flutters near me and my heart immediately races and I freak out. True story. I am ashamed. And I promise you, this is a legit fear and I for serious panic.
This whole camp experience got me to thinking that there are a few types of girls in my opinion when it comes to the great outdoors. They are as follows:
Olivia Outdoorswoman
This girl is phased by no living creature, winged or land-dwelling. Swarm of bees? No problem. Giant tarantula on your face? What a neat creature. Little lizard? Oh that would make a nice pet. This girl is most likely to be found employed as a camp counselor somewhere, complete with Chacos and a Nalgene, hiking a trail or… gulp… camping. Oh, and she is completely irritated by…
Damsel in Distress
Watch out for this girl. This girl is not truly terrified of our insect enemies, but rather using these tiny creatures as pawns to generate attention from the opposite sex. She’s the one outside squealing and screaming for (insert flavor of the week) to protect her from the big bad bugs. Teeeheehee help me! Ahh I’m so scared! And you’re so… strong!!! Gag.
Irrational Idiot
This would be me. Does it bite? Does it crawl? Does it fly? Is it in any way shape or form icky? Is it indeed harmless but still an insect nonetheless? Then the mere sight of it, and sometimes the thought of it, strikes fear into our hearts. I mean real, legitimate, irrational fear. What’s the big bad butterfly going to do to you? Land on you? Give you a giant butterfly kiss? Oooh scary, run for the hills. The spider that’s crawling on your bed? You are 3000 times its size, just pick up a shoe and kill it. Buck up Natalie. By the way, this girl absolutely does not own a pair of Chacos (that would imply outdoor activity), nor does she enjoy… camping.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the great outdoors. And I can’t wait to enjoy it on my honeymoon in November… in Jamaica… on the beach… at the all inclusive resort. That’s just how I roll.