I grew up in rattlesnake country with a mother who was deathly afraid of snakes. I have childhood memories of her hollering for my father whenever snakes got into our backyard, and the irrational fear she showed rubbed off on me in a bad, bad way. I've killed, skinned and even eaten rattlesnake in the past, but today I would rather let the innocent critter go his own way while I go mine. But the idea of being surprised by one while on a woods walk scares the crud out of me. Almost as much as spotting a moose or bear up close would. Nuts, right? Luckily, snakes are somewhat rare up here in North Idaho most of the year. The few I've seen still struck fear in my tenderfoot heart. So, while I love camp, I have never slept outside of a tent. How do you guys deal with creepy crawlies when you sleep on the open ground? And the idea of snuggling up under a rock overhang or in a cave is unthinkable, IMHO.