re: #831 David IV of Georgia

Once I was camping without a tent.

I wake from my sleep because I feel a “cat” step on my arm.

Then I remember that I’m not at home and that the “cat” is not a “cat”.

Without moving, I carefully open one eye.

I have a skunk standing on my arm.

I don’t think I moved for the rest of the night.

No, I didn’t get sprayed.

I had a ground squirrel (chipmunk) decide my temple was a nice cozy place one evening about 2:30 in the morning. I had no idea what it was, and he kept flipping his tail across my nose.

It was a really big, terrifying, dangerous chipmunk, too!