I’m a “scaredy-cat‟!! There, I admit it. I hate loud noises. At the first sign of a thunderstorm, I find the deepest, darkest corner I can find to hide. So on the last evening of our trip to Canada, when Ms. Mar talked about going hunting to shoot some wildlife, under the bed I went. Even the thought of a gun going off makes me shake in my gorgeous white boots. But when they started packing up their cameras, tripods and binoculars, I relaxed a bit. I could handle that as long as I’m not used as bait.