Had a lovely 2nd ever camping trip over first weekend of September. More than made up for our nightmare, pole-destroying experience Jubilee week...
Lots of enormous slugs spent their days and .nights wandering around our tent, five year daughter found them fascinating ..
Decided on spur of moment to do another weekend in the mini Sept heatwave we just had ..
Had horrendous journey in traffic jams, so arrived after dark, which wasn't in the plan! Unfolded the tent to be met by a wet, slimy feeling on my hand, and a noxious smell of decay!!
After a moment, it dawned on me, one of the lovely slugs had hitched a ride, unnoticed the weekend before..!
Thank goodness we camped and uncovered it's remains - the smell finally faded by the second night and I must have looked slightly mad cleaning the footprint as well as the groundsheet with a towel on packing up this time!!
;-))
Purple you will hate slugs forever now, glad you got good weather we went last week so had the best weather out of all our trips
------------- Experience enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again.
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My daughter found a large black slug stuck to her leg one morning in side her PJs in her sleeping bag ? ! I just said at least it ain't a leach and you didn't squash it but it didn't help as we think it must have joined her just before bed so had spent a cozy night with her .
Two nights ago I woke after a night's garden camping and found a very flat dead little frog beneath me. Since it was the night BEFOR the downpour that filled my poor tipi floor (giving the term "bathtub groundsheet" a new meaning), I think it did not confuse my tent with a pond but was brought in by the cat - alive or dead...
I wasn't too pleased, but a slug would have been worse - at least frogs come in a solid wrapping!
------------- Proud owner of a 1987 Sprite Alpine 370 EK, a cheap popup tent and a beloved retro Trio frame tent from the early seventies, called Giraffen.