A long time ago when we were young...no child in the picture, we were up North, and late at night the heavy oak back door would rattle. Now this is a split door, like barns have. It is so heavy, the wind cannot slam it shut.

Well in the night , BAM... BAM. This was before we had larger wildlife, bears and deer. Our island was pretty sparse then animal wise. So I had the typical...
nudge the husband...GO SEE...Protect ME. It took several years for me to
get used to the place..spiders, animals, very very dark nights (no lights).

Several nights go by.... BAM BAM... So I finally made him LOCK the door. Now this prompted a fight of sorts (disagreement)...that doors are NOT locked there and he would not do it. So I did it! He was such a sour puss over this.

Then a few nights later I got up to go to the outhouse, and upon returning I saw the reason the door was going BAM. A flying squirrel was coming down a near by cedar and jumping on to it for some reason. Given the inertia, it was enough power to really rattle the door (which in my imagination was being attacked by a bear at least! ). So the mystery was solved, and we unlocked the door, and enjoyed the new discovery. Flying squirrels are really pretty with huge black button eyes and smaller fuzzy little tails.

I still chuckle over this story...about what a scaredy cat I was, how young we were, etc!. And the squirrels were lovely, and we are the only relatives up there who have actual experience with one. (they are very shy).