Henry the Hermits Survival School

Rule #7 Make a sturdy fire pit

Ah, welcome back young hermits to rule #7, make a sturdy fire pit. This is important, cause the last thing you need is Smokey the Bear chewing you out.

This may seem like a stupid rule, but this is actually very important believe it or not. Fire can be good and bad, you can warm and dry yourself, then you can also burn down an entire state if you're not careful.

One time, when I had just started my hermit adventure, I was making a fire pit that would be able to last me for years. I was putting town a circle of rocks, then some thick clay mud and add some more rocks.

I had all light gray rocks, but I noticed there was one that was that was fairly darker then the others. I picked it up and instantly felt things crawling all over my hand and my arm. I turn the rock over and there was an ants nest!

Now, normally I wouldn't care about ants but, these were FIRE ANTS! I will admit, I screamed and I'm not proud of it, but hey, you get bit by fire ants and see if you scream. I screamed and I ran for the water, as I was dashing towards the river, I was swatting my arms and using my hat trying to brush them off.

I jumped into the river, the only bad thing was that I accidently dove into the swiftest part. So here I am, screaming in pain, swatting myself, and floating down the river like a bobber. I was able to finally get out about one mile down the river where there is a fallen tree halfway in the river.

Once I got out, I hear a sound that drives me insane, that stupid chirping sound that a chipmunk makes. My head was lowered and I lifted my head up slowly (for dramatic effect) water was dripping off of the brim of my hat.

And behold! I saw him standing there and behind him hell followed with him. Alright, I might be exaggerating but he was standing there all sinister like. I growled at him and ran in his direction, I was going to murder him and skin him and make a throw pillow out of his hide.

That chipmunk, must have dug a hole cause about five feet before I reached him, I stepped into a six inch deep hole. I fell and landed with a mighty thud, I was wet, covered in leaves, covered in dirt, and getting mocked by a rodent.

What did I ever do to him? I have always wondered this and yet to no avail, I haven't found out. Well folks, this was rule #7 I hope you enjoyed it and until next time, Henry the Hermit signing out until next time!