After a long, refreshing swim in the cold, blue lake, miles away from civilization, I dove into my warm, bright pink sleeping bag, inside my new tent. To my surprise, I zipped up the sleeping bag with no effort at all, successfully encasing myself. As I started at the blue coloured walls of the dome shaped shelter, I drifted off to sleep.

Little did I know that both the sleeping bag and the tent I bought were both defective.

Later in the night, I woke up to the itch of mosquito bites on my face. I tried to scratch them, but I quickly realized that I was trapped inside my newly bought sleeping bag, and the zipper was broken. I wiggled around a bit, struggling to get out of the sleeping bag. In my desperation to free myself, I failed to notice the breeze in my tent.

After managing to get both arms out of the sleeping bag, I was ambushed by a swarm of mosquitoes. How did they get inside my tent? Blinded by the dark, I searched for the bug spray with my hands, hoping to repel the vicious blood suckers. Thankfully, I found the bottle and quickly sprayed it around my head in an attempt to save what was left of my face. I quickly realized that I had grapped the wrong bottle, and I felt the extra strong bear spray do it’s damage.

As I clutch my face in pain, the tent collapsed. I cursed myself for having chosen the largest tent in stock, as I swam through the thick folds of fabric, lost. After suffocating on the material for quite a while, I found an opening. While tears poured from my eyes, I hopped out of the giant tent with my sleeping bag still closed around my body.

I looked up to see the moon, and the dark grey rain clouds hovering around it. I stood there, furious, for the rest of the night getting soaked by the pouring rain.

The manufacturer of the tent was definitely going to hear about this.