There was once this little girl, we won’t mention names to protect the innocent, who had never been to the woods until her Grandmother took her camping. The trip started off very uneventful until evening fell and the permanent residents started to proceed with their evening chores. An Owl started his nightly “hoot” and the Woodpeckers were out in full force hunting for food in the standing dead timber. These sounds were very unfamiliar to the little girl who was scared out of her boots crying to her Grandmother. “Grandma, someone keeps knocking on the door shouting ‘Who’”.