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Out of the darkness, from somewhere not too far above our heads, Valerie and I heard a loud scream.

“What was that?” I blurted out. I may have needed a few more words.

The last time I asked Valerie that question, it was a fisher cat, letting out its blood-curdling howl from the woods near our house. This time it was last week at a campsite.

Valerie and I heard the screeching as we unloaded our luggage from our car and carried it to our tent. I activated the flashlight on my phone and aimed the beam at the treetops surrounding us. Neither Val nor I knew which creature had screamed. All I knew was that if the thing turned out to be some kind of big bat, I would repack the car and fly it away on the plane.

We heard a loud flapping in the trees. Then we saw the shadowy outline of an owl dodging the bright light I threw in its path.

“Huh,” I said as the bird disappeared from view. “Understood.”

I had never heard an owl screech. The truth is I thought they were just cheering around.

This was the first time I had been camping in over 20 years. The last time hadn’t gone so well as the night was muggy and Val and I didn’t have a fan to provide both relief and the white noise I needed to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the night I heard heavy footsteps approaching our tent and stopping just on the other side of the tarp, just a foot or two from our heads. I never heard the footsteps again and let myself believe that the beast had been outside our tent all night, ready to devour us if we dared run to the outhouse in the dark. It sounded like a bear to me. Valerie said it was probably a rabbit or a chipmunk.

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