We went back to the camp and found the girls sitting with a large number of campers. They had finally gotten caught in the camouflage countdown game.
“Mum and I just went to the box!” Patrick told them excitedly.
“What’s that?” Megan asked.
“Where is it? I need to go.”
“I’ll show you!” Patrick told her and grabbed her hand to pull her up. Sarah and I followed.
As Patrick led us he filled the girls in on our entire experience in great detail.
“And I nearly got bitten on the bum by a mosquito,” I added for extra drama.
“On no! Ewww gross!” The girls responded.
“Yup. It was touch and go there for a minute! It was more nature than I had anticipated!”
I waited at the end of the trail while Patrick escorted the girls to the end of the ‘pathway of poop’. I could hear their squeals from where I stood and I giggled.
When they returned a few minutes later the girls had scowls on their faces.
“Mum! That was so gross!” Megan said.
“There is no way I would go in the middle of the night!” Sarah added.
“Nooo way!” Megan said with widened eyes. “In the darkness? I’d be afraid that a toilet monster would grab your butt and pull you in!” Patrick’s hands flew to cover his gaping mouth. He was obviously horrified by the thought. I shot Megan a disgruntled look.
“There is not a toilet monster,” I grabbed Patrick’s arms and squeezed gently for reassurance, “but that is a good call. We will have to make sure we go right before bed cuz trying to manage that in the middle of the night might be a little…challenging.” I said but thought ‘scary’. Now I couldn’t stop thinking of a toilet monster. I trembled at the thought. Damn you, Meg!!