Between sundown and sunrise, all manner of critters emerge in the notch valleys of the Northern Rockies to go about making their living. This includes predators, scavengers, and all the hapless nibblers in the timberlands and open parks.
Strange
things can happen in the darkness. My cabin and all that surrounds it are not
immune to either the associated wonders or treacheries.
I
mentioned how I battled with weeds on Sunday. In doing so, I filled one trash
bag with spotted knapweed and another with thistle. I lugged the two bags back
from the wilds and pitched them alongside the cabin.
When
I woke the following morning, the bags had been dragged off to near the fire
pit, and something had torn them open for inspection.
Definitely
not the work of a mouse. At the same time, I don’t suspect the raid was the
work of a bear. A bear would have shredded the bags to bits and made a big mess
on the spot. Other than what happened to the bags, I didn’t see any other
clues.
I
would hazard a guess at what critter is responsible.
I
hauled the bags back to the cabin and then double-bagged them for a trip to my
trash bin at home.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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