I wonder if those critters can smell the difference between a 90 pound weakling and a 310 pound Sumo wrestler?
Having been kept awake at night, by baby skunks running across my face repeatedly, or waking up to mice, sitting on my chin, smelling my lips. I sort of like tents.
I had a group of Moose craping on the side of my tent, one night, in Denali Park, while I huddled, wide eyed, in there, thinking it was a bear. I was grateful for a tent that night, mostly because I had no idea what the dry cleaner charged to get Moose crap stains off of a sleeping bag. :)