Even though it was 372° and I was tromping through endless high grass, weeds, thorns and whatever else presented itself before me, I escaped from this experience with zero bug bites. By this point of my starforting tour, I was not only soaking myself with bug spray before entering a fort, I was also bringing the can of insect repellant along with me, so as to administer swift punishment to individual insects that showed anything more than a passing interest in me.