The centipede watched carefully as the second group of campers he had encouterd, and stayed the night with for that matter dis-assembled there tent, and squeezed it into a navy blue bag, that looked ten times two small.

He knew he had to make his choice soon, he could linger, and enjoy the company, and food, of the next campers, or go far beyond, so that when he returned to his homeland, he would have many stories to tell future generations of centipedes. "I should..."

He couldnt deside just that quick. He watched as the female camper, turned and looked longingly back at the campsite. "Dont worry, we'll be back baby." The male camper said re-assuringly. He stepped into the drivers seat and smiled, poking his head out at his wife. "Coming dear?"

The centipede knew it was now or never, he made a shot towards the drivers side. That was the only door open at this point. As he approached he formulated his plan, he would hop behind the man in his chair. He noticed earlier he seemed to alarm people, and this time he didnt want to be seen at all. The only problem was, the distance between the car and the mushy camp ground soil, might be to high for him to leap. He might have to scurry up the mans hairy leg.