A Day in the Woods

A Day in the Woods

The day ended with easing into a hot bath, soaking until you could see all the wrinkles on my fingers. Then putting on my pjs and sitting in my favorite chair with my cat purring on my lap as I slowly drifted off to sleep, trying to forget the miserable day that I just completed. 

It started in the morning when I decided to go for a walk in the woods. I made myself a light lunch, put it in my backpack, and set off. It started out nice. The gentle breeze blowing through my hair was very calming. I walked for a while, when all of a sudden I began to feel dizzy. It might have been that I hadn’t eaten any breakfast that morning. So I decided to sit down. I opened up my backpack to see if I had any water, which I did. I took it out and had a sip of water. Still feeling dizzy, I decided to close my eyes and rest for a while. 

Did you ever go camping, stop for a while, take something out of your backpack, forget to close the backpack, and go to sleep? You never know who or what might take an interest in its contents. 

I must have dozed off for a while. I was not dizzy anymore, but was definitely hungry. I decided that I would partake of my lunch. I stuck my hand into my backpack and grabbed for the sandwich I had made. I felt something very slimy. I knew it was not the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made. I pulled my hand out to discover that I had managed to grab hold of a giant slug. I quickly threw it away and opened my mouth real wide and screamed. 

Have you ever heard the term, “having butterflies in your stomach” and thought it only meant being nervous. Trust me, when you have your mouth open wide and an erratic flying butterfly sees an open landing pad and heads straight for it, you should never gulp in disgust. The outcome is literally, you have a butterfly in your stomach.

I couldn’t have felt more angry for being as stupid as I was today. My lunch was ruined. I was feeling dizzy again. My stomach was just gurgling around. It kind of felt like I had swallowed a whole bar of modeling clay and my stomach was creating some grotesque sculpture of creepy animal parts. 

I couldn’t wait to get home. I’m sure tomorrow will bring better luck. It’s supposed to be cool and sunny again. This time I’ll be more prepared. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?