You know you are on the verge of being a pariah when you suddenly notice that you no longer belong to a FO group. IT’S ALL MY FAULT FOR BEING A MOST FOUL DOUCHERY WRITER AKA Participant in the community! Oh yes…It’s true.
My fear and loathing has tempered all attempts of being creative with words but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been playing life up a bit! *grin*
In fact, I have been busy doing stuff in real life to help distract me from the addiction that is called the INTERNET. I figured that at some point a person can get all caught up in the virtual world and forget the stuff that is what we call “organic matter”. This was my problem and I needed to fix it….STAT!
I’ve just returned from camping here this week:

Can you believe that I took this picture with my BB?
The camping was super fine and the weather was perfect! I love the smell of a campfire and the lack of noisy riff raff that living in the city imposes on your psyche.
Of course, camping wouldn’t be “camping” without my usual encounters with the wild life. This time is was the local chipmunk! I am not sure if you have heard of these chipmunks but in case you do not know what I am referring to, here is a link to an accurate depiction of what type of character we are dealing with here: www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/howaboutthat/6018173/Squirrel-is-surprise-star-of-holiday-photo.html
<————random couple. Awww…how adorbs!
Anywhore, the trip started out with my placing a tablecloth on the picnic table and promptly going about my own business of having a couple of drinks with friends, telling stories, and eventually passing out for the night. Upon awakening the next morning, we noticed a chipmunk on the table staring at us but not really acting like it was scared. In fact, this chipmunk exhibited the attitude characteristics of a nasty gang leader. Surely if he had a low rider and leather gear, he would have been a contender in the race for “Meanest Dude on a Bike” category.
We were thinking, “Awwwww…cute! Look at the guy.. He’s just hanging out with us!”
But I kept staring at him and was thinking, “Something isn’t right here…..”
Sure enough, I was right. That little sh*t wasn’t “hanging out”, he was pilfering our camp site for nesting materials and MY TABLECLOTH was his first target!!!
As soon as he thought that we weren’t watching him any more, he picked up my tablecloth and starting chewing on it like corn on the cob.
I start yelling, “HE’S EATING MY TABLECLOTH!!”
And that is when all hell broke loose. The chipmunk sort of freaked along as we freaked and it was a good ‘ol freaking party until he took off….with my tablecloth in his mouth.
So…here we were…chasing a chimpmunk who was trying desperately to drag this material up various trees and under cars throughout the camp site (and other sites). He finally dropped it and scampered up a old pine tree with a big hole in it. I picked up the remnants my tablecloth of which consisted of two VERY LARGE holes and smaller chewed up pieces.
As things settled down, I placed my half eaten tablecloth back on the table just for the sake that I was not going to let some ratty gangster chipmunk OWN my table but I secretly knew in my heart that this meant WAR.
The rest of the day was fairly non eventful until later on that evening when we were all sitting around a camp fire a few sites down. It started off with a few noises in the trees…chipmunk chattering to be exact. They came from the trees all around us….kind of like the following Roman Army Tactic but in Chipmunk formation:
“There is an advantage of height over the enemy (Trees) and if you are pitting infantry (whole damn chipmunk family) against cavalry (big lunky slow humans), the rougher the ground the better. The sun should be behind you to dazzle the enemy. If there is strong wind, it should blow away from you, giving advantage to your missiles (pinecones) and blinding the enemy with dust (campfire smoke)”
Obviously, we sensed that something was going down but it became evident when we noticed varying sizes of bits and pieces of my tablecloth being whisked through the entire campsite area by a series of chipmunks and up into this one particular tree with a hole. A pile of vindictive thoughts swirled in my head as I watched the whole event unfold but decided that it simply wasn’t worth fighting since I already felt immobilized by the shock and trauma of what I was witnessing! So, I laughed it off……temporarily.
On my last day, I accidently found a Heineken bottle and accidently lodged the bottle in the tree hole in which my tablecloth disappeared.