Balamuthia- I’m sorry it was creepy, I give you permission to wipe it all from your memory cells!

Theresa- Die Fledermaus? Yeah, I know, not Schubert, but it was still funny…

How do you know the bats like Schubert? “esplain, Luuucy”!

Hmmm, you eat my trail mix, I’ll eat you. Trail mix filled skwerl…… *licks lips*

At the camp where we just had our family reunion they called these “potguts” and they were everywhere, especially at mealtimes, where they volunteered to help clean up before we were finished eating! I never saw one get this bold, though!

Katrina-

Nope, I’m a “house wife”, but I did go to band camp and it was creepy.

Music camp memory: Bats like Schubert.

@Momof2– of course– bears can’t read!!!

LOL! He’s so hungry he could eat himself!

Ahh !! Columbian Ground Squirrel!! So cute!
These little guys were everywhere in Banff/Yoho National Park. Adorable little guys. Will take food right out of your hand. They were especially fond of mango. I gave them my mango pit, and they carried it into their hole.. found it a couple hours later back in my campsite licked right clean. I thought it was cute that they gave it back. They also got into my bag of cashews.

This is so true! Once backpacking, I turned around to find a whole crew had demolished the sandwiches and gorp in my pack! Was so funny to see them scatter when I came close to the log I’d propped my pack against, but it was a hungry trip back down the mountain. And I got pictures!

This one time… NOT at Band Camp…

My dh and I went camping for our honeymoon. The raccoons were so bad. Our roommate went with us to help setup. When we came back from getting firewood, he was on the top of his car. Apparently a momma raccoon came and played good ‘coon bad ‘coon with him over a bag of chips. You know the game – look cute and innocent so someone will start feeding you chips, while the other one sneaks up and steals the bag of chips.

They were all over that week. One night we made dinner and left the pan on the table, it was clean (no food left in it). The cooler had a bungee cord on it to keep them out. All night we heard TWAAAAAANNNG TWAAAAANG. Finally my husband got annoyed and picked up a dowel that we were using near the tent, threw it and hit a cooler on the picnic table. Next thing we know we hear the cooler get knocked off the table and a bunch of scampering noises. It made about 5 people crack up and my husband yelled “‘coon in the corner pocket”

Turns out we got there the week after many momma’s had their babies and were very hungry.

In our neck of the woods, that would be called Brunswick Stew. Traditionally made with …you guessed it…squirrel!