Sleep over camp. The three most hated words in my vocabulary. I couldn’t believe my parents were going to send me to Camp Yucka Caca again! No matter how much I told them about the moldy cabin beds, and the slimy lake, or how the food tasted like damp carpet, they still insisted that the camp experience was good for me. “You need the fresh air!” mom would say. “I went there for 6 consecutive years as a boy!” my dad would say (though each time he’d add another year to the count). “I bet they didn’t have as many bugs, and rodents, and snakes around when you went there,” I’d reply. Even though I’d never really seen any snakes, I thought that it might freak my mother out enough to make her change her mind. She was almost as afraid of snakes as I was. “If there were snakes, they wouldn’t let kids into the camp, I’m sure of it,” she said. But boy, was she wrong this year...