WASPS
I already told you all about the wasp experience a week or so ago. There's another chapter to the story: I'm changing out the city water inlet and sink drain covers on our Chubby. Intelligent me didn't cover the old hole left by the sink drain. Two days after "solving" the wasp issue, I walk into the Chubby to find about three wasps doing the "Sting His A$$" dance--they had been waiting for me! I managed to get them out of there without killing them--didn't really want to do that and cover the hole. My wife sat on the front porch and just laughed.
MICE
Last year Montana, particularly Yellowstone Park, we had a little mouse visitor get into our Chubby. The only way he (not an expert on mouse gender identification, but for the sake of this story, this mouse is male) could have entered was through the door. In any case, what was most interesting was getting the thing out of there! We could never find him, but at night we could hear him scurrying around, nibbling on this and that, and leaving his fecal pellets. I finally snapped, took every single thing out of the Chubby, opened the door, went inside and banged pots and pans and screamed. I'm sure campers nearby were packing their stuff to leave, for there is this seemingly normal man banging pots and screaming in his camper while his family sits outside and laughs. It didn't work. The following night he was back to scurrying and nibbling and pooping. We figured he could just stay. We left that site to move to Pebble Creek campground in the NE corner of Yellowstone Park. The next night, he was gone! Not sure what happened to him. I hope he didn't bounce out of the Chubby during the drive!
BEARS
My wife and I took the Chubby to Montana/Yellowstone Park on our honeymoon nearly three years ago now. We had just purchased our Chubby, so it was still rough, but usable. My wife had packed the Chubby with our clothes, food, etc. I wasn't sure where everything was. I was soon to find out though! One night in Canyon Village campground, I heard this sniffing right outside the
fiberglass wall. Only 3/16" of an inch separating me from sniffing! Whatever it was bumped into the camper. My wife awoke, asking me what I was doing. I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it outside the window and was able to make out something lumbering away. I'm pretty sure it was a little, curious bear making its rounds. A few nights later at Pebble Creek campground, there was more sniffing AND whatever it was bumped into the hitch, shaking my wife awake. I kept the flashlight off. Needless to say, we had a hard time sleeping the remaining few nights in the park. I came to find out that my wife had packed some bread and crackers in the compartment right there next to our heads. The bears must have smelled that and came a sniffin' and a bumpin'.
We often reminisce about these unique memories.
Have a good day!