So I was up at camp this weekend, working a team development course (TDC) for the senior class of a private school. It's a whole lot more work than it sounds. Anyway, I have a confession:
I think I picked up a mouse and threw it in my sleep last night.
Let me back up.
The two summers I lived at camp, I lived in a 9x12 platform tent (think boyscout-esque) and as it is not a totally sealed space, I often shared it (and thus all my belongings) with a myriad of mice, spiders, snakes, moths, and hell on insect legs (spider crickets, the creature that gives me the jibblies just naming). In my tenure there I got very good at defending my space without fully waking up. I kept a pile of shoes by my bed and got good at throwing them in the vicinity of the noise without opening my eyes. The mice loved the space between my tent and the rainfly, and if I listened well, I could calculate when it was right above me and punch the tent hard, thus launching said mouse off into the woods. Hey if they ate holes in everything you own and tried to crawl on you while you were sleeping you'd launch them too. So Sunday night I was once again back in the old staff tents, sleeping on a standard cot in my down sleeping bag when I (this is all assumption) realized there was a mouse that was crawling on my sleeping bag, toward my head. I don't like mice coming toward my head. So I waited til it got close, grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, and threw it out the flap of the tent. This is when I woke up, sitting up right, staring at the tent flap.
I, for the life of me, have no idea if I did it or not. I don't sleep walk or do strange actions like that, so I am fairly certain that I did pick a brown field mouse up by its neck and throw it out of my tent, all while sound asleep. But I guess it's just a mystery. Wow that is weird.
Next week I'll catch a copperhead with my toes and throw it through a loop.
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