Happen to my old man once. got back to his hut after a few days leave to find a possum making a meal of his condensed milk and porridge on top of his down sleeping bag.
Well when he walked in he was a mite unhappy and said possum decamped to the safety of the cast iron pot belly stove.
Now Dad was more than a bit pissed off and by his own admission probably not thinking too straight grabbed the first think which came to hand, an old 12 gauge, poked it in the door and let him have it.
Dad tells me hindsight is a wonderful thing but that possum was not going to foul up his sleeping bag ever again.
Zq
yes I have had them in my fly and a headhog in our tent once. funny shit was we thought it was a mouse and one of the guys was jumping around in bare feet trying to squash this dam mouse. He was dam pleased he did not get it when we put a light on and found a headhog.
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