We assessed the damage before making the trek to the nearest town to figure out how we could put an end to the problem. We secured sturdy bins, more traps, and peppermint rodent repellents.
A furry gray missile launched out of the box and towards my face. I flung the box away from me. It crashed to the ground, its contents scattering into the gravel, dirt, and weeds of the campsite. It was too late.
We were looking forward to spending a week there, catching up on work, a few chores, and actually exploring a bit.
If a door won’t open it’s not actually a door. It’s just a different kind of wall. And a door that won’t close is just a hole in a wall.