Bugs and mushrooms…..

Instead of just running around in circles and having you re-read similar neurotic rants.  I thought I would tell you a couple of fun stories that my fiancé and I have laughed at over the years.

The moon was almost full that night.  Our campsight was average and there weren’t too many other campers around making it perfect for our plans.  We each ate our eighth of mushrooms and started the coals in our barbeque pit.  Feeling a little funny we put the chicken on the grill and started chatting.  We knew the chicken was done when the coals were dying, the chicken was still raw and we weren’t hungry anymore. 

I loose the order of how things went but I remember putting down a blanket in the open area in the back of our campsight.  I laid down on the blanket looking up at the stars.  I love looking at the stars while I’m tripping, they look kind of like gooey spider webs of light.   The comforting darkness broken by the light from a lantern held by my approaching fiancé.  He has this look of shock.  I sit up with a jolt and look behind me.  There are hundreds of bugs on my blanket.  The only place that is not spotted with little bugs is the silhouette of where I was laying.  I jumped up and stood with him trying to make sure what we saw was real.  We still belive it was.

After that little ordeal we went for a walk in the moonlight.  We were chatting about what ever craziness you talk about while you’re shroomin’. I hop up on a large log that is lying by the pathway.  I’ve got a stick in my hand and I’m waiving it around a bit.  Balancing about four feet off the ground on the log took a bit of attention. I’m studying the log to carefully place each footstep and I see something odd yet beautiful.  It looked like a leaf or part of the log and I poked at it with my stick.  It moved! It was some sort of huge bug, maybe a moth.  I was so startled that I jumped down into a pile of wood and leaves below.  Shaken we continued our moon light walk talking about how crazy that was and how the bugs are out to get me. 

Mid stride I feel something wiggling in my pants.  I’m thinking it’s just the mushrooms messing with me because of my strange buggy night.  I kicked my leg out to loosen what ever was bugging me and a HUGE beetle flew out of my pant leg.  Of course this made me belive that the bugs are attracted to me.  Out to get me even.  I’m in shock, disgusted and seeing colors literally.  I feel twitching against my foot. I scream into the night and kick my foot with such force my platform sandel flew into the night.  Out popped another huge beetle I screamed again tore my pants off and ran to the car.  After doing a full bug inspection I redressed joined the party and sat out on the edge of the mountain over looking the lake and relax and enjoyed the rest of the night without any more bug attacks.

I was going to recount for you a second bug/hallucinogen story but this one ran too long.  Oops.