Camping in the garden
As children, in the summer time my brothers and I sometimes pitched dad's old boy scout tent (or, dad pitched it for us) - not too dissimilar from this one here - in the back yard and slept in the garden. It was made of canvas, it weighed a ton, and it smelled moldy. In the middle of the night we could go inside to use the toilet if we needed. It felt like a great adventure. Except for the earwigs. So many earwigs! Always with the earwigs! I worried about Bigfoot lurking in the dark outside, between the tent and the safety of the house.