Tent Camping - Getting the bugs out

I think I know what kind of tent I want for this years tent camping. It has to be both self-erecting and airtight. I am so not into having a big struggle to get my camp set up. I want a tent that will pop itself right into shape so I can crawl right into, zip it up and be in my own bug-free oasis. The longer you struggle with setting up your tent, the more likely it is for those nasty crawling mud zombies t to gain entry into your safe zone. Because they will. I know for a fact that the daddy longlegger will. I have seen ones as big as 5 inches high with bodies the size of superballs jam their despicable selves into the self-deluded sanctity of my tent. When I camp I not only want but need a tent that will enable me to thorougly enjoy the experience. Without said tent it has been known to happen in the past that I have freaked out a little bit.

Rewind to a few years ago, camping in PA with a buddy of mine. It was late summer, conditions were nice and dry. We set up camp, pitched our tents and collected wood to make a camp fire. My friend had brought two huge porterhouse steaks to grill. It was pretty late in the day when we set up so by the time we were getting ready for dinner the sun was setting. I was sitting at the picnic table surveying the campsite when something caught my eye. An apparent movement yet I saw nothing moving until I focused smaller and it was then tht I realized the entire ground was slightly shifting from the frantic activity of a bagillion huge daddy long leggers. At first it loked like the dried leaves were shifting from a slight breeze. No. And then were doing these strange motions the likes of which I've never seen before. They were standing in place and straightening their legs. What?! I kid you not people. Have YOU ever seen daddy long leggers doing calisthenics all over your camp site??

It got dark. Situation kinda started deteriorating from this point on. My bud made us some killer steaks. It was dark. A Coleman oil lamp was lit and sat on the picnic table. Camp fire steaks are always the best, bar none. Until you look down at your plate and see that you have a bug working out right on top of your steak. Needless to say I kinda lost my appetite. I decided at that exact moment that I needed to go look in the tent for something. I wasn't sure what it was in that tent that I needed to find but if it took me all night I was determined to find it. That was when I came to the realization that daddy longer leggers can shape-shift. Because right there in Ricket's Glen Camp Ground I received an education in the anatomy of those nasty critters as I watched them just invade the inside of my tent as I sat there holding my special tent campikng flashlight right on them, trying desperately not to scream like a little girl.