Mar 19, 2017
So. Apparently the camp where the teenage girls at church go for girls camp this summer has a problem with ticks. And apparently there’s some sort of repellant contraption you can make using empty toilet paper tubes and dryer lint that gets rid of the ticks. (I think the dryer lint gets soaked in some sort of chemical or something first? I have no idea.) Anyway, the point is, they’ve asked everyone at church to save empty toilet paper tubes and dryer lint and bring them to the camp director at church so whatever thing they’re going to do with them can be done.
Personally, this has been great for me.
First of all because we’ll be moving into a new ward right before girls camp which means I’ll be getting released from my calling in young women’s which means I don’t have to go to this tick-infested camp. And even if I get called into young women’s in the new ward, I’m having a baby at exactly the right time to get out of going to girls camp, so, yeah. I win at not going to camp this year.
And second of all, it’s made me feel like such a champion at life. Because who is better at emptying toilet paper tubes than a pregnant lady who has to pee all the time? I mean, like, yeah, maybe someone with a bigger family can collect more faster, but could they do it singlehandedly? Def not. So now every time I pee I feel like I’m being a super productive and generous person. The closer I get to the end of a roll the more heroic I feel. I don’t actually have any idea how many I’ve collected so far, but I’m feeling like a champion about it anyway.
And because I have a very limited selection of clothes in my closet that still fit me, we’ve been doing what feels like more frequent loads of laundry than normal, which means we’ve also been collecting a fair amount of dryer lint. Which means I’ve been even more productive and generous and awesome.
Truth be told, I’m a little skeptical that this whole thing is actually going to pan out and result in less ticks (and also how will they even know if there are more or less?) and since I probably won’t be in young women’s by the time camp rolls around it’s very unlikely that I’ll ever hear more about any of this, but that won’t stop me from feeling like an olympic pee-er and world class philanthropist every time I waddle upstairs to empty my tiny squished bladder.