I have a wizard in my game that is somewhat of a neat freak so, naturally, the party has gone off to adventure in the Jungles of Chult.  For anyone that doesn't know, Chult is a peninsula in Forgotten Realms that is really like the land that time forgot.  Think Amazon meets Jurassic Park with a hefty splash of Africa thrown in.   Big bugs, jungles, wild cats, hippos, giant snakes, dinosaurs and tribal hunters doing their best to survive. 

Evander, our stalwart mage, has been quite the trooper about getting on a ship and travelling to a land that doesn't offer a hot bath on a daily basis.  He has even managed to handle the fact that his laundry won't get done any time soon, taking the stand that prestidigitation will do for now.  When the rest of the party went off in search of food, he opted to stay in the port at the only hotel and endure sleeping under netting with bugs all around him in a state of abject misery.  However, they have decided that there is a Fort to the north that absolutely needs to be visited and they are not going to let Evander stay behind spending their hard earned gold at the hotel.  So he has been tromping through the deep jungle for many, many hot and sweaty hours when they decide to set up camp.   The tents are up, the food is eaten and they are all settled for the night when things start to happen.  The Ranger on watch hears something moves nearby.  She stealthily moves to check it out when the jungle attacks and grabs her.  A vine had twisted around her ankle and another was winding its way toward her.  Screaming out an alarm the party stumbles from the tent and with minimal loss (their guide) they dispatch the man eating plant to its demise.   Once dispatched the rest of the evening is tense, but uneventful.

Carefully traversing the jungle for the next day, they avoid some of the more dangerous creatures and survive the day.  Setting up the tents they begin to discuss how best to organize watches.  Since the magic users didn’t need to expend their spells it is discussed letting them take a turn at watch so they can camp for less time.  As the druid is trying to expand upon this idea a nut falls from the tree and brushes against Evandur.  He screams “Nature is touching me!” and lets go a volley of magic missiles at this poor (and now very dead) squirrel that dropped his dinner.  Two seconds later another volley hits the bush nearby where a rabbit had rushed to take cover from the falling dead squirrel.   Needless to say, the party ate pretty well that night and the wizard has never taken a watch.

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