I woke at about 4:30. "I smell a rat. Or at least a mouse."
The day before, another camper complained about a rodent dying in her truck. The day before that, there was a large mouse sitting by my front tire. There was a good chance a critter had gotten into the Rolling Steel Tent, especially since the weather was so nice that I'd left the door open a crack while I slept. So, before sunup, I started emptying the van to find the culprit.