Washburne Campground, near Yachats, Oregon. John, Zelda and I jump out of Harvey late one night to do a little skip-to-the-loo-my-darlin’. John and Z are up front while I skip off to the back of the RV where it’s dark up against the woods.
Suddenly John whispers: Tobe! There’s some animal behind you…. I say, Huh? He returns, There’s some kind of animal behind you…. Again, I say, What? (because when you’re mid-wiz with your back to the dark, the only sound you hear is your heartbeat. Well, that and the sound of your pee hitting the dirt.) He says, louder, It’s pretty damn big…. and has a long-ass tail…. Well, I guess if I’d been given this kind of information under normal circumstances I might leave a puddle where I stood. But considering I already had, well…
Fortunately this case of Crouching Toby, Hidden Mountain Lion had a happy ending. Maybe he was mesmerized by my pearly moon. The big perverted pussycat.