Posted by Susan Sey Nov 29 2013, 12:12 am in Susan Sey
Hey, so remember last time we talked & I told you I was ready to get my hair cut off?
I did it!
I really did.
So here on the left is all the hair I’d been wadding into a bun or a braid for the last five years or so.
Over here on the right is me sitting in a beauty shop for the first time in five years. I think I might’ve just remembered that somebody was going to wash my hair for me, & how much I like that. I REALLY like that part. How did I forget that they do that?
Okay, so back to to the left, here’s where they section off your hair into ponytails for donation. (I donated my outgrown hair to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for kids who lose their hair to cancer.) I think I donated something like 10 inches of hair. It was certainly more than I needed.
And there on the right is the end result. A cute little bob that isn’t QUITE wash & wear, but right next to it. And I’m delighted. I usually have to digest large changes for a while before I’m at peace with the new normal but I don’t miss my old hair at all.
How about you? Have you made a dramatic change to your look? Did you have to stew about it for a while, or did you just go for it? How did it turn out?
Posted by Susan Sey Nov 19 2013, 12:50 am in Celebrities, Haircut, Susan Sey
So I’m contemplating a change. A major one.
I’m thinking of cutting my hair.
That picture of me above? It’s about five years out of date. I don’t think I’ve cut my hair since.
Here on the left? This is what it looks like now. Quite a ponytail, no?
I love my long hair, don’t get me wrong. I barely have to groom myself. My only choice in the morning is bun, braid or ponytail. I’m down to washing it maybe twice a week. Oily hair takes a braid better. (That’s my story & I’m sticking to it.)
That said? I’m getting frumpy.
I used to do outdoor education when I was right out of college. I was twenty-one & adorable (aren’t we all at twenty-one?) and remember looking at the older women running our program. They were grown-up granola girls from the 70s who were still wearing their Birkenstocks & long braids clear into the 90s. And I thought, “I hope that never happens to me. I hope I never just give up & stick with what’s comfortable instead of making any effort to stay current.”
Twenty years later, here I am wearing Birkenstocks & a long, greasy braid. I have no make up on my face, & I’m wearing jeans older than my children.
Now I’m not going shopping. (I don’t hate myself *that* much.) But I’ll admit it: It might be time for a hair cut. Not just a trim, either. I’m talking about a haircut. A hair style. A real one.
I should admit, I’ve been down this path before. I had my hair cut boy-short right after I came out of that just-had-my-first-baby-haven’t-slept-in-six-months haze. It wasn’t a great look for me. (Never make big decisions when sleep deprived or hungry. Trust me.)
My hair’s extremely fine (though there’s a lot of it) and pin straight. My would-be pixie cut ended up looking vaguely militant. Not quite what I was aiming for. So now I’m in the market for something short & stylish but overtly feminine.
I’ve contemplated Jody Foster’s look from Elysium (up there on the right.)
My mom thinks Lisa Osborn’s new look (up there on the left) would work for me.
I really like Carey Mulligan’s modified pixie (right) and have always thought Winona Ryder (left) was gorgeous with short hair.
But I’m still having brush-cut flashbacks from last time. I need guidance.
Help me out here. What celebrity looks are you a big fan of these days? Did you ever take a celebrity photo to your stylist & say, “Give me that?” Which one? How did it turn out?
Posted by Susan Sey Oct 29 2013, 12:41 am in decisions, girl scouts, Susan Sey
So I just volunteered to start a Daisy Scout troop for my 1st grader.
I can’t really explain how it happened, either.
One minute I was emailing around, trying to find the right troop for my eager-beaver six year old. The next minute, I had received my own troop number & a list of interested kids.
Now I can’t legitimately object to this turn of events. My 10 year old has been scouting for 5 years now, & all I’ve had to do was provide occasional snacks & go on a spectacularly rainy camp out. But scouting is like any other volunteer-led activity. If your kid likes it, if your kid benefits from it, sooner or later, it’s going to be your turn to produce it.
Evidently my number came up. C’est la vie, right?
Also, autumn is just the season of rash decisions for me. I don’t make them often–I’m a pretty stick-with-the-plan kind of girl–but when I do leap without looking? It’s always in the fall.
Exhibit A: I got pregnant with my first child in September 2002, not three months after graduating from a masters program. The plan was to wait three YEARS before thinking about kids, to really make that degree pay for itself before I was tempted to stay home, but what can I say? Mr. Sey is one hot ticket and I could not resist his charms.
Exhibit B: Remember last year when I volunteered to bake like two dozen holiday pies for a church fundraiser and personally deliver them to the purchasers’ homes for either Thanksgiving or Christmas? (You can read all about it here in case you missed that little debacle.) Yep, that seemed like a genius of an idea in November when I conceived of it. It seemed remarkably less so when I actually had to follow through during Holiday Madness.
Exhibit C: Me, leading a Daisy Scout Troop when I haven’t scrounged together the time to even mop my kitchen floor in a month, & haven’t finished a book since last year. (Haven’t finished a book I’m writing, I should clarify. I’ve read loads of books front to back since last year. Because reading is way more important than a clean kitchen floor, am I right?)
So how about you? What was the last impulsive decision you made? How did it turn out? Is there any pattern to your rash decisions? Share!
All images courtesy of Free Digital Photos, mouse over for artist attribution. Except for the pie. That’s a legitimate apple pie, made by yours truly. And it was delicious.
Posted by Susan Sey Oct 27 2013, 12:02 am in Lazy Sunday, Susan Sey
It’s Sunday & I’m feeling lazy.
Here is what I want to do today:
1) Sleep in.
2) Read the entire Sunday newspaper.
3) Have waffles for lunch in my pajamas.
5) Do the crossword puzzle.
7) Read. (I’m dying to get going on DR. SLEEP, Stephen King’s sequel to THE SHINING.)
8) Have cereal for dinner, still in my pajamas.
9) Watch TV, preferably something trashy & mindless. SAY YES TO THE DRESS comes to mind. I love that show.
10) Go to bed early, in the same pajamas I’ve been wearing all day.
My day will not go this way. This is a fantasy based on a vague memory from this mythical time Mr. Sey & I refer to as BC–before children. Alas my real Sunday will really be crammed with Sunday school, grocery shopping, homework, piano practice, vacuuming, & Halloween costumes (which we still haven’t pulled together.) But a girl can dream, can’t she?
How about you? What does your perfect Sunday look like? Share!
All images courtesy of Free Digital Photos. Mouse over image for artist attribution.
Posted by Susan Sey Oct 19 2013, 12:45 am in Mothers, Susan Sey, vacations
Is there anything better than a girl trip?
Since my folks have retired, my mom has made an annual tradition out of taking one of her daughters on vacation. (There are four of us; I’m number three.) We go in rotation–oldest to youngest–and the Daughter of the Year gets to pick the destination. (This is limited, of course, to locations offered by the time share my parents participate in.)
This year was my year. I’d skipped my last turn–the kids were too little and I was (am) a stay-at-home mom. And you can’t sub that kind of work out. It’s not that hard (usually) but the hours are impossible.
My youngest is in school now, though, so when my year came up again, I jumped. I’m on the plane as I type this, flying home from an incredible week away with Mama Sey in San Francisco.
Why San Fran?
I don’t honestly know. Neither of us had a particular connection to the city. But the climate is perfect and it’s close to wine country, and I stopped listening when somebody said, “Wine.” Sold!
I can’t begin to sum up what a wonderful time we had, so I’ll let my pictures tell the story. I’ve attached them all along this post, so here’s a little snippet about each of them in order:
The first photo was taken from the center of the labyrinth inside Grace Cathedral downtown. A local artist had just completed a project in which parishioners wrote their prayers on long ribbons and hung them from the ceiling above the labyrinth. I had just finished walking the labyrinth, looked up and there they were.
The second photo is a selfie of me and Mama Sey aboard our first street car. (I love selfies, as some of you may know.) Mark Twain (I think?) famously said of steep, hilly San Fran, “If you ever get tired of walking in San Francisco, you can always just lean up against it.” The best decision we made all week was investing in MUNI passes so we could hop on any bus, street car or trolley that happened by when the walking got too steep.
Then there was our wine country tour. One of the wineries took us on a behind-the-scenes tour of their plant. We took our glasses along, because we live in hope. The rest of that day’s a little fuzzy. It eventually devolved into napping, but not before I decided to purchase the expensive but delicious bottle of pinot noir currently in my suitcase.
We stopped for lunch in Yountville, and OH DEAR LORD LOOK IT’S THE FRENCH LAUNDRY. We didn’t go in–we got a decidedly “reservations only beyond this point” vibe from the staff–but if I’m ever King Midas rich I’m going to book reservations here and have chef Thomas Keller do up a tasting menu just for us, with hand-picked wines and artisanal cheese and everything. Because everybody needs a dream and that’s mine.
And last, but never least, this is me and Mama Sey biking (that’s right, I said BIKING) across the Golden Gate Bridge. Because it was there and we could. Boom.
And now I’m flying home, missing my mom and wondering why on earth I let Wisconsin and an entire Great Lake (Michigan) come between us. It’s so hard to step out of daily life, to make that space for something new. But every time I do, I’m filled with wonder at what comes along to fill it. This time it was falling in love with a new city, and realizing that someday, if I’m really good and really lucky, I’ll grow up to be like my mom.
I can’t help but wonder what the next four years will bring, and what kind of lives we’ll both step out of the next time my number comes up.
So how about you? Have you stepped out of your normal life for a week? A day? An hour? For what? Share!
Posted by Susan Sey Oct 7 2013, 12:19 am in October guests, Social Media, Susan Sey, tamara hogan, truth, Twitter
You know how sometimes you have to do something for your own good? Like going to the dentist, say, or working out. You know you’re going to hate it but you do it anyway, because it’s good for you. With me, it’s joining stuff. I hate meetings. Committees are worse. I prefer to stay at home in my pjs, talking to the voices in my head. (I call them “characters.”) But Mr. Sey insists I get dressed & go out from time to time, so I joined my local writers’ group.
And–as happens sometimes when you do things that are good for you–I was rewarded. I met Tamara Hogan. It’s always great to meet somebody whose writing you love (and I do love Tammy’s writing), but it’s far more unusual to like the person as much as the book. And with Tammy, I do. She’s one of those rare people who tells the truth & does it in such a wry, funny way that instead of being taken aback, you’re all, “I *know*, right??”
To celebrate the release of her novel TEMPT ME, Tammy’s agreed to join us today for a discussion of that ever-complicated intersection of truth and Twitter. Let’s give her a big bandita welcome! Take it away, Tammy!
Thanks, Susan! I’m delighted to be here today. Let’s get down to the dirty truth, shall we?
You know how it goes on Facebook and Twitter for the denizens of Romancelandia. In and amongst the fun personal interactions, the RTing of the news of the day or of quirky stories, the chatting with friends, the snark-o-licious live-tweeting of your favorite TV shows, comes the business of writing: the promotion, and the humble-bragging. We’ve all done it—tweeted great news like a contest final or win, or making a list. Someone will tweet that they wrote 5000 words today. (That person would not be me.) We might retweet an awesome review of one of our books, quoting the tweet and adding a chirpy “Thanks so much!” or “How awesome!” to get double the mileage out of that precious link. In public, we are relentlessly, manically positive. But in private? Sometimes not so much.
Here are some things you never see authors say on Twitter:
“I wrote 118 words today—every bloody one of them pulled out from under my fingernails with a rusty pliers.”
“Sales…really aren’t that great.”
“My royalty checks don’t even pay for conferences.”
“Why can’t I get a release date for my book?”
“My publisher dropped me today.”
My publisher dropped me.
Yes, I knew this happened—this is a tough, tough business—but I hadn’t seriously considered it would happen to me. My editor loves my work! My books are well-reviewed! They’ve won, like, awards and stuff! But sometimes love isn’t enough. Love doesn’t necessarily translate to sales, and this is a business. What my former publisher and I were doing together wasn’t working as well as either of us would have liked.
Several years ago, being dropped by my publisher would have been a crushing disappointment. Now? Not so much—though I must admit it took a day or two to bang the ding out of my ego. The industry has changed radically since 2009, when I signed a traditional publishing contract. There are now so many ways for authors to get their words into the world.
So with TEMPT ME, I join the ranks of indie-published authors, and it’s here that I need to offer infinite thanks to my friend, Susan Sey—for sharing her knowledge, for reminding me I’m a damn good writer, and for listening to me say things an author never says on Twitter.
You are a damn good writer, Tammy, & I’m delighted you’ve got a foot on the indie side of the fence! Because I’ve been following the Underbelly Chronicles since the beginning & I’d have been torqued if I’d been deprived of Bailey & Rafe’s story!
Speaking of which, TEMPT ME is available at: Amazon (Kindle and Print) – BN – ARe (Sony, Kobo & iBookstore are coming soon!)
Want to read an excerpt? Click away!
Now, then, time for our question of the day: If you’re a reader, which vaguely “inappropriate” questions have you always wanted to ask an author? If you’re an author, what do you wish you could say on Twitter?
One lucky commenter today will win a copy of TEMPT ME for her very own, e- or print version! So don’t hold back!
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TEMPT ME Blurb:
A sex demon and a preacher’s kid? Heaven forbid!
Technology whiz Bailey Brown is one of two humans alive who knows a very important secret: that humanity has shared their planet with paranormals for millennia. When an obsessed hacker from her past threatens to expose the secret, Bailey and her Sebastiani Security colleagues must use every weapon at their disposal to stop him. The stakes couldn’t be higher, and she can’t let herself be distracted by her boss’s gorgeous brother, even if he is temptation incarnate…
Incubus sculptor Rafe Sebastiani hasn’t produced a decent nude in over a year, since he made the most selfish mistake of his life: sleeping with Bailey Brown. Now, with a deadline looming, his cranky muse has finally allowed him to express his memories of that incendiary night in clay. But when his brother asks him to pose as Bailey’s lover to provoke her dangerous ex, he jumps at the chance…to sculpt her, to protect her, and to earn the right to tempt her—and only her—for the rest of their lives…
Tamara Hogan loathes cold and snow, but nonetheless lives near Minneapolis with her partner Mark and two naughty cats. When she’s not telecommuting to Silicon Valley, she writes paranormal romance with a sci-fi twist. A voracious reader with an unapologetic television addiction, Tamara is forever on the lookout for the perfect black boots.
Tamara’s debut novel, TASTE ME, won the Daphne du Maurier Award for Mystery and Suspense, Prism Awards for Best Dark Paranormal, Best First Book, and Best of the Best, The Aspen Gold, and was nominated for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® Award.
Posted by Susan Sey Sep 29 2013, 12:43 am in Pizza, quick five, Susan Sey
Happy Sunday, everybody!
It’s been such a busy weekend chez Sey. We kicked it off with a random meeting on Friday night (what a weird time for a meeting!), then followed it up with an all-day dance competition on Saturday. Saturday evening we had dinner guests, so there was a frantic hour or two of house cleaning between the dancing & the dining. It’s almost midnight on Saturday as I write this blog, & I still have to plan a quick lesson for the Sunday school class I’m teaching in the morning.
(Did you know they let *me* teach Sunday school? They do! Believe me, I’m as astonished as you are.)
As you can imagine, jamming all this into one little weekend didn’t leave me a lot of prep time for our dinner guests. So I’ll admit it: I didn’t even try to produce something fancy or impressive. I just fell back on a Saturday night favorite–build your own pizza night.
I love build-your-own pizza night. It’s so much fun to watch everybody execute their vision, and believe me, when it comes to pizza, everybody has a vision. A vision which is only rarely shared by their spouse. So build your own pizza night is a fun way to kick off a dinner party.
It essentially comes down to a Pizza Quick Five:
1) Crust: Thick or thin?
2) Sauce: Red or non-traditional? (Think pesto, alfredo, bbq, etc.)
3) Toppings: Under the cheese or on top of it? (This is deeply contentious. I had no idea.)
4) Source: Restaurant? Take & bake? Home made?
5) Beverage of choice: Beer? Wine? Soda?
I think we can all agree that pizza is the perfect food. But what is the perfect pizza? Let’s hear your version!
All images courtesy of Free Digital Photos. Mouse over image for artist attribution.
Posted by Jeanne Adams Sep 27 2013, 12:10 am in Anna Sugden, Fall, Grace Kelly, Halloween Weddings, Happy Anniversary, I Do, Jeanne Adams, Jo Robertson, Nancy Northcott, Starbucks, Susan Sey, weddings
After Bandita Susan’s post the other day about “I Do” – and receiving a very cool wedding invite just today! - I’m in the mood for a wedding! Also, I’m ever so fond of Bandita Anna S’s Quick Fives, so I thought I’d try my hand at it and make it a combo! Grins. By the way, Bandita Nancy was also a bit of the inspiration for this post, since she and her DH have been married 26 wonderful years, as of yesterday! (Congrats, Nancy!!)
This one, however, is about relationships. Whether you’re in one or not, you have an idea of what works and what doesn’t. As Romance writers and readers we delve into the whole dynamic of relationships, and get to see both the best and worst of what happens. As writers, we often create terrible relationships in our characters’ past so that they are overcoming those wounds in the present, and with the help of their heroine or hero, they come to see the joy and grace that CAN be in relationship.
In short, we create characters who have either found the will to love again, or have opened up to it when they meet their match.
So….here we go….
1. What’s the longest running HAPPY relationship you know of?
For me, this is my Aunt, as she and my Uncle were married for 53 years prior to his passing and were always giggling and happy with one another as well as respectful and supportive! Oh, wait…there’s also Pat Cochran – Bandita Buddy Extraordinaire – she and her Honey have been married quite a while too! And Bandita Jo has put in some years as well….
(And NO, that picture on the right is NOT a picture of any of the aforementioned! Hahahah!)
2 A If you’re married, how long have you been married? (Or if widowed, how long were you married?)
I’m joyfully heading for the fifteen year mark! That’s me and the DH up there with the Dalmatians.
2B If you’re not married, but in a relationship, how long has it been going on? Or what’s the longest running relationship you’ve had?
This IS the longest relationship I’ve had (Almost 17 years together!), and although I’d been married before, I gotta say…this is GREAT!
3. What is the best thing, to you, about being in a relationship?
Love, obviously, but what’s next? Comfort? Sex? Security? Laughter? Fun? Shared experiences?
For me, its about laughter, connection, sex (sorry, honey, gotta brag!), and shared experiences…and of course love, love, love!
4. If you were/are single today, and were a heroine or hero in a book, what would be the most important positve trait you’l look for in a mate? (Isn’t that kilted groom pic on the left fun? Pic from Wikimedia commons, as is the Grace Kelly photo.)
For me, the positive trait I looked for and found (besides physical compatibility!) was laughter/sense of humor!
5. If you were planning a wedding for yourself today, or vow renewal, and money was no issue, would you go for a big party and a new wedding dress?
White or cream or a color?
Or would you go for a big party or BBQ, and just have fun with friends and family?
Or would you go to the beach/mountains/special place with just a few close friends and say those words all over again?
Describe!! (There’s a picture – above right - of the incredibly elegant Grace Kelly on her wedding day…do you think Nicole Kidman’s going to pull it off in the new movie?)
If I were doing it again – the wedding or vow renewal with the darling DH – I’d do it in October and have all the pumpkins and hay bales and corn stalk bundles and mums I could possibly find. Grins.
(Cake pic from Yahoo Images, pumpkins and other pics from my collection)
This should be fun! I can’t wait to hear what YOU would do!
And just because it’s FALL and FOOTBALL season and I’m LOVING it (and the delight of going to a wedding again!), I’m going to randomly give out some Starbucks Cards to today’s commenters!!
Posted by Susan Sey Aug 29 2013, 12:28 am in birthday, quick five, Susan Sey
It’s my birthday today & I have a confession:
It’s been a busy summer. I’ve gotten so little writing done, I can’t even confess the word count out loud. It’s too demoralizing. My house is falling down around my ears, & not just in term of cleanliness. Currently, we’re down to one working bathroom, & of the three sinks in the house, only one drains properly. I dropped $5,000 on car repairs this summer, a couple hundred on the washer, & another couple hundred just last week on replacement parts for the grill. And the check engine light on the van STILL comes on whenever it wants to.
When I was young (read: in my thirties) this stuff didn’t bother me. I was too busy with diapers & preschool & play dates. Anything I managed to get done on the side (house keeping, home repairs, writing the occasional novel) was above & beyond expectations.
But I’m in my forties now. In September, I’ll start my second year of both kids going to all-day school. This is the promised land for stay-at-home moms who continue to stay at home. We think longingly of these years & all the things we’re going to get done when we don’t have kids in every single minute of every day. We dream of all the things we’ll do, the places we’ll go, the successes we’ll have when we’re able to rub two thoughts together more than once or twice a week.
But I’m living in that uptopia now, & it’s not exactly how I envisioned it. I guess I just thought that I’d be farther ahead by now. Farther down the road to success, to accomplishment, to at least having a reliable van. Instead I have my in-laws staying with us for a week, & am mortified that I can’t offer them a shower that works properly, let alone a guest room with a door on it.
So, as you can see, I’ve been digging myself pretty darn deep into the pit of despair. And we can’t have that. It’s my birthday! So in honor of making it through this past year, I’m going to come up with five things I’m grateful for.
1) Health. We all got a miserable cold while camping in Yellowstone earlier this month & coughing my lungs out has given me a renewed appreciation for the excellent health I usually enjoy. I know a lot of people my age who suffer with chronic illness, injury & pain. I’ve been blessed with a sturdy little body & a tough constitution. I rarely get sick & when I do, it’s not for long. I’m a lucky duck & it’s good to remind myself of that every now & then.
2) Stability. Mr. Sey has been the sole bread-winner in this family since we had our babies. We knew that depending on one income was risky, but I wanted to stay home with my babies, & Mr. Sey wanted that, too. So we jumped. And in spite of the rocky economy, Mr. Sey has taken care of us. We don’t have fancy cars or a lot of functional plumbing, but we have a roof over our heads, food on the table & the luxury of never having to flip a coin to see whose career takes the hit when the kids get sick. It’s a blessing.
3) Love. This kind of goes along with stability, but when I decided to stay home, Mr. Sey & I made a bargain: He’d make the money, I’d raise the kids. We’d both parent, of course, but I’d take care of the kids & the house, & in return he would take care of us. And I’ve never for a single instant doubted his word. He said he’d take care of us, and he does. Every single day. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
4) Career. This is a funny one since I just got through telling you that I’m a happy stay-at-home mom, but I actually do have a career. I’m a writer. (Surprise!) I’ve published two books traditionally, two more by myself, & have another one coming along. So it’s not a huge career, but it’s a career, & it’s more than a lot of people have after they’ve been out of the traditional workforce for ten years. I call that a blessing, if not a miracle.
5) Cake. Because it’s my birthday & I love cake. With ice cream. A lot of ice cream. Okay, maybe ice cream with a side dish of cake. Maybe I’m just grateful for ice cream. I think I am. I’m deeply grateful for the existence of ice cream & the fact that my knees still allow thrice weekly runs that keep all the ice cream I eat off my butt. Or at least most of it.
So how about you? What are you particularly grateful for today?
Posted by Susan Sey Aug 16 2013, 12:41 am in Animals, camping, Susan Sey, wildlife, yellowstone
Okay, I have done a lot of camping in my day.
I’ve hiked the Guadalupe Mountains of west Texas, and canoed a chunk of the Rio Grande. I’ve circled Lake Superior. I have pitched my tent in Yellowstone and Yosemite, Glacier and the Grand Tetons. I spent my honeymoon backpacking in Alaska. I am an experienced camper. I’m familiar with wildlife. There is very little that can happen in a tent or on a hike that will surprise me anymore, & I camp with kids so that’s saying something.
But the other day I was enjoying Yellowstone with my family, & I’ll admit it. I was surprised.
See, I was packing up the tent for the long drive home–sniffle, sob–and I discovered….this.
Yep. That there’s a hole in the bottom of the tent.
It had been neatly chewed by sharp little teeth. From the outside.
I know this because there was a corresponding hole in the ground cloth under the tent.
A hole that overlaid a well-engineered tunnel that started about two feet from the edge of the tent and ended…well, directly between my sleeping bag & my 10 year old’s. Her sleeping pad was chewed about half-way through before whatever this was decided the whole endeavor felt like a lot of work and gave up.
Or did it?
We never saw any evidence of an intruder, so I figured this must’ve happened on our last night. The digger was trying to get out of the nightly rain, thought it would tunnel into this likely shelter, discovered large noisy people already in situ & abandoned ship. But I was thinking about it on our twelve-hour drive home yesterday & it occurred to me that this hole might’ve been dug a few days earlier than I thought.
See, it rained almost every night, and my husband’s & my sleeping pads were turning up damp in the mornings. A little dampness is pretty normal in a tent, but typically it’s around the edges. Our dampness was dead in the center of the tent, while the edges remained dry. We didn’t think much of it until later. Until we knew there was a sizeable hole in the bottom of our tent that likely sent a good deal of moisture directly into our two sleeping pads.
Or something. So what if was no random thing, this hole, but a precisely engineered, well-hidden assault? What if that clever chewer had a whole system worked out? What if it routinely chewed into people’s tents and slept the day away in the comfort of a cozy sleeping back or (heaven forfend) curled on a pillow? What if I had spent an entire week unwittingly sharing my PILLOW with a squirrel?
Animals are clever creatures, & those in Yellowstone were particularly wiley. I would not put it past the wildlife to find some way to time-share my tent but I always assumed I would know when it happened. Or when it was attempted.
I had no clue.
I think I’ve been played.
So how about you? Have you ever had a wildlife encounter than was closer than you’d like? I’d feel a lot better about sleeping with the squirrels if you’d share your own Wild Kingdom tale.