Some years back, my wife and two young children and I were camping up in Pennsylvania at a state park campground. As usual we had a plastic trash bag and being as there was no place to hang the trash bag we just left it laying on the ground. After dinner and several rounds of s’mores we all crawled in the tent for the night. About midnight I am awakened by my wife’s elbow in my ribs. She says "there’s a bear in the garbage”. I grunt back “OK” and roll back over to go back to sleep. She jabs me again and says “Go chase it off”. I mutter under my breathe something about it being her bear and why doesn’t she go and chase it off. Well I had no gun nor no knife nor anything but I pulled on my pants and crawled out of the tent with my flashlight. Shining the light all around I see nothing so I try to get back in the tent but my wife says “ Did you hang the garbage bag up so he won’t come back?” I say “ummmph” and back out of the tent and go over and grab the garbage bag to take it and hang it up. Well, the bag just goes crazy jumping around in my hand and it is plain that something is in the bag, so I swing it around my head a couple of time and fling it way up into the woods. It bounces a couple of times and comes to a stop and just shakes and quivers and then out comes a skunk who looks around and waddles off.