Once, when my big sister Nat and I were camping, we forgot our bug spray. Unfortunately, that night just happened to be filled with pests. The noise kept us up for most of the night. They cricked and squeaked, resembling an un-tuned symphony. Their bite was worse than their bark. I hate getting bitten by bugs. Finally, we both had enough and decided to find other ways to combat the beasts. We had the idea of gathering some mint, herbs, and other plants that gave off certain aromas. We placed them around our tent and headed inside. Surely enough, the pests hated these plants. They quickly went away. Something still seemed off tho, the bugs took off a little too quickly. The silence was ominous. Nat bravely grabbed her pocket knife and peaked out to check it out. She came face-to-face with a(n) *insert horrific thing here*. No wonder the bugs had left so quickly. Nat froze in place. I grabbed the closest object I could find and decided to check it out myself. I helper her snap out of it before looking out to see the *insert the horrific thing here* However, the *horrific thing* seemed to pay no mind to us. It continued on it’s way as if we weren’t here. At least it scared the bugs away. We drifted off to sleep relieved of the *horrific thing* and bugs. We were lucky that night.