When I first moved to Upstate NY, I and a couple of friends went to a hunting camp out in the middle of nowhere. We got there real late and were dead tired from working all day. No one had eaten, so we got out some sandwiches and crackers, ate, and went to sleep. My sleeping bag was right underneath an old wooden table where the food was. A couple of hours later I woke up hearing crunch, crunch, crunch with little bits of food falling on me. I reached over to the
lamp and turned it up. There was a field mouse perched over the edge of the table, eating ritz crackers above my head.