Pat the Rat update...

It's August in Central Florida, in the mid 90's (F), with a heat index often exceeding over a hundred degrees, and thunderstorms are common and regular. Sometimes, it really rains like hell for hours.

So who, in their right mind, would choose to rent a pop-top camper, (as we call these small towable collapsible caravans for those of you in Europe and Russia), hook it up behind your vehicle, and go hang out for the weekend in some campground?  Last weekend Pat the Rat and his fat wife did just that.

This time of year in Florida, those who can retreat into our air conditioned, de-humidified homes and apartments to avoid the heat and oppressive humidity. We only come out at dawn and dusk or night time unless we have to emerge to work or the like.

So, yeah...lets rent a pop-top and go sit in puddles of our own sweat in some ratty campground playing Boy Scout, cooking over a hot portable pressurized butane stove and pretend we're having fun...

No wonder the dumb bastard totally failed at setting me up for a Federal crime.

Stupid is as stupid does...