A mountain lion was stalking our campsite. My boyfriend went back to sleep
LA TimesIt was 1996, and while traveling through the Lost Coast in far northern California, my boyfriend and I were camping without a tent on the beach. We thought, ‘Oh, we’ll just camp out here for the night.’ I woke up in the middle of the night — in that middle part between sleep and awake — to what sounded like a cat coughing up a hairball. Wonder how long it’ll take.’ Meanwhile, my worthless partner just mumbled that I should “Forget it, go back to sleep, it’s fine.” It was so not fine. I’m the daughter of a Holocaust survivor, and I think like, “OK, what are you going to do?” You’ve got to have a plan A, B and C. I had all this time to think because I’m just keeping the lion blinded. We had no weapon, and I thought, ‘Wow, I guess this is how it ends.’” I wondered, if I threw a giant ball of yarn, would it chase it like a smaller kitty cat?