I’m sort of scared of being attacked by possums in the night. So I camp out in my garden at least one night a year. It’s good to face your fears. Last night was the night, the sweet smell of peppermint lingering on my feet. (Truth: I actually tried the night before but chickened out.) Fun fact: birds don’t start chirping until 6:42 a.m. Not really early birds, are they? I did hear something gnawing earlier than that. A possum? At least it left me alone.