Sometimes at night the screams from the woods wake me up. I know it’s just the lost old man screaming from his wife. It’s heartbreaking to know his wife passed years ago. Deep down I think he knows it as well. Maybe screaming in the dark forest is a form of trauma dumping for him. Regardless, it wakes me up in the middle of the night and I have no choice but to get up, go into the kitchen, cook three pounds of maple smoked bacon, and leave the plate out on the edge of the woods. The man does da hours eating the bacon and quietly giggling. It pays me the few more hours of sleep I need. The man is polite he always licks the grease clean from the plate. Anyway, just thought you should know.