In the M*A*S*H series, every so often, they'd have to pick and pack up their tents and move apace down the road, so Chinese mortar fire doesn't shake dirt into the open wounds of their patients... when the command to "bug out" is given, it's "assholes to elbows" time. Good luck hon.
VicariousE
Lots of stuff always has to happen when it's unbearably hot out, doesn't it?
Only one more fan, and you're at 300!
Paxilon
I guess life in some way imitates molecules on a grand, annoying scale. The hotter it is, the more stuff has to move around...siiiigh.
I like to pretend a nice round number like 300 doesn't matter BUT RRRGH IT'S BEEN STUCK ON 299 FOR AGES GYAAAAAH