Yes there were many laughs around the campfire that night. Right up until I realized I pitched my tent over a patch of earth that was plum full of chiggers. HORRIBLE night.
The next morning I stripped down, and washed my legs with kerosene, to get the bastards off me. Then I dribbled it on my boots, soaked a couple spare socks in it, and tied those around my ankles. About all you can do out in the middle of nowhere. Ticks, chiggers, etc don't like the smell of fuel, they'll stay off of you.
It's good your wife was not along on that trip. Wive's don't like the smell of kerosene on their men either.