My family went camping last weekend. Our very first night, an aggressive beast tried to steal our dinner. It made off with our hot dog buns, then charged at Mike for the rest of it. As I clutched my small daughter and screamed, Mike lit a branch on fire and tried to see what animal was trying to attack him. Mike charged back at the ferocious little monster, yelling obscenities and striking blindly in the dark. Our daughter, fearful for her father’s life, cried, “Daddy, just let it have our dinner!” But Mike did not let it have our dinner. Mike saved our dinner. Then, for good measure, he peed all around our campsite, and we all slept safely and soundly.