I went camping Friday night with a Norwegian friend named Thor
on Pedra Bonita we made it up the mountain by sunset which was spectacular we ate dinner on the Rock and were approached by a big mountain mouse/rat scared it away then when it tried to come back, really wanted that Brie cheese I guess swing a stick at it and scared it some more played guitar for awhile chill then went to sleep but was woken up suddenly 30 min later by Thor who heard some ppl's voices - it was 2:30 am so apparently a 'galera,' group of ppl in Brazilian Portuguese, had arrived in the 'madrugada' (early morning hours) they were talking and carrying on down the way and we were deciding what to do whether we should go up and join them, stay hidden and get some rest for a couple hours, or try to scare them Seemingly, the decision was made up for us.. because as we were chatting, Thor heard something else It was a funny little sound coming from his side of the tent Then all of a sudden he freaked out, "Porra!" "There's a hole in the tent!" "A fucking hole in the tent.." "Porra!" He showed me- from a safe distance. Sure enough, there was a significant, little hole in the tent right near his feet, and exactly by the plastic bag of snacks foods Thor had assembled for dinner. Actually, the bag of snack foods had a hole in it too We were freaked out. We knew it was the brave, big rat-mouse from the mountain earlier that night or a friend of his Thor was nervous that it might still be in the tent We surveyed every possible crevice of backpack and bag in the tent, in a nervous frenzy, provoking each other with the possibility that 'it might be in here hiding' It wasn't. We searched for other holes, weary to keep the light shining on the original hole, in case the rat tried any funny business We were definitely not able to sleep at this point so we got up, bringing the guitar, harmonica, and all of the food from the tent with us to go meet the mountain newcomers we'd heard arrive minutes earlier And obviously we duct taped the gnarly hole up from both sides before departing. We went to the ledge, and by this time more people had arrived. To me it seemed a strange hour to arrive, but I guess it makes sense if you want to watch the sunrise, and possibly party some beforehand; it was Friday after all. We played some music, then met the others, ate some food, and socialized for a while. Then we decided to go back to try and get some shuteye before the sunrise. 2 hours had passed. We did a thorough investigation of every corner of the tent outside and in, before getting in and laying down It was clean We laid down, almost dozed off then we heard something actually I think I saw a head in the doorway of the tent, because we'd forgotten to shut the outside portion of it I was wide awake I heard some scurrying and Thor heard a familiar sound around the duct tape. We made noise, tried to scare it away Although we were obviously the ones scared This rat was a literal terrorist It had not attempted another break-in the entire two hours we were gone, and waited until we got back, still with no food- we 'accidentally' left the food at the camp of our new friends. And it waited for us to get back and settle in before commencing it's malicious ratmouse shenanigans, de novo. After this bought, we thought we officially scared him away, and managed to get 30 minutes of sleep before sunrise. But the sunrise made it all worth it However, I'm going to have an irrational fear any time I camp into the future I thought I was safe in that sturdy little tent But apparently not Just think if a real threat wanted in Be safe out there campers and keep your food contained although these animals seem to be able to smell through anything - it found the precise location of the food bag, most of which was still completely packaged, and was brave enough to chew right through the layers of plastic in between him and it luckily Thor's foot was just to the other side However, if you get a terrorist ratmouse, I'd have to say, from experience, you are shit out of luck.
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