As some of you may have realized from my recent deviations, I just returned from a week long trip to Cumberland Island! I had an amazing time-- probably because I spent most of it taking pictures of the interesting nature of the island (which included feral horses).

On the first night, however, there was a guest in my tent. We had been cautious of locking away the food so the raccoons wouldn't get to it, but when I awoke to the rustling of a critter unzipping my tent door, I was a bit surprised --and a little freaked out-- to find an opossum making its way into my tent. -.- (I was sleeping right next to the door!) I used to think those things were cute...but nothing is cute when it surprises you in the middle of the night.

I named him Chester. The Molester.

The Raccoons appeared the following nights. They made so much noise and fought in the bushes next to my head.

I didn't get much sleep on that island, to say the least.

So, I stayed up and studied the raccoons/guarded the food from them.
I ended up naming whole families of them. o.o

We did have welcomed visitors at dusk, though. Armadillos are like cute, blind, humble rats. Harry just wandered right up to us, sniffing the ground for food and allowed us to pet him. C:

We later realized that "Harry" wasn't just one particularly bold armadillo, but rather, he was every armadillo we saw. xD

Nonetheless, I had a great time. C:

The first few days away from my computer was torture, but I soon enjoyed being "away" and secluded on such a beautiful, preserved, island.