Last camping site I went to in the US with my mate turned out to be littered with literally hundreds of ant hills. I was rather glum at the prospect of staying - because I hate anything that creeps, crawls, buzzes, flutters or scuttles - but my mate, being a seasoned camper, was fine with it.
So she nips off to the campsite bogs and I'm figuring out the place where the least number of anthills are so I can pitch my tent, for all the good that will do me. I then break out the tablecloth and have just finished laying the picnic table when I hear my mate shout "Stop for a minute!"
I turn around and see my mate walking towards me waving, then she puts her hands together apologetically, "How would you feel about spending $67 on a hotel tonight?"
"Why?" I ask.
She replies, "Because there was a humungus funnel spider in one of the toilet doorways and if I have to get up in the night to pee I don't want to stumble into it in the dark. They're aggressive."
I don't even know what a fucking funnel spider is - I didn't go to check and you don't have to share any images with me at all - but my head was bobbing in a "oh fuck yes" manner before she'd even finished speaking.
Turns out she'd spent 10 minutes on the bog on her phone looking up hotels, she was that freaked out.