That Time I...
Found a Porcupine in My Tent




What do you say when your mind is addled and you find a porcupine in your tent? "AAAAHHHHH!!!!"
What does the porcupine say when it thought it found a nice home for a windy night and a crazy dude on the edge of a cliff starts screaming at you? "AAAAHHHHH!!!"
I unfortunately don't have any good pictures of a porcupine in my tent, because that was the last thing I expected to find when I bedded down to sleep after a rousing night of having a campfire on the edge of a cliff at sunset. You'll just have to trust me on this one. It was a bad situation for obvious reasons.
The only way in or out of my tent was through the door, where I was screaming about there being a porcupine in my tent. The porcupine, itself screaming that it didn't know whose tent it was and refusing to apologize for my lapse in judgement leaving my home unattended, could not get out. The standoff went on for about a minute until the porcupine said, "Eff this noise, I'm out of here," scrambled under the fly, and scampered away into the darkness.
Aside from that random surprise, this particular camping trip in the Ottawa National Forest was otherwise uneventful. Not that I needed more events!