I was camping out in Yellow Cat country and got up one night to take a pee and went back to bed in the back of my rig and settled in just to feel something crawling up my leg inside my longjohns. I went flying out and dropped my pants, about to have a heart attack, thinking it was a scorpion. It was a grasshopper.
I always name my camps and that became Grasshopper Camp. I hope to never camp at Scorpion Camp, wherever it might be.