Horror in the Tent - attacks of malicious nature

Had a great time yesterday with my best friend John Overbaugh up in the Alpine Lakes Wilderness. We hiked up to Dorothy Lake and camped in his nifty North Face tent.
We had quite a fun and hair raising experience at one point in the tent. After we pitched the tent and had a small dinner and got cozy in our sleeping bags, and had kneeled in prayer and read from the good book, I felt a little something wiggling near my head. What could that little something be? I had my backpack near my head outside the tent body and under the tent fly and it had some food in it, so maybe this could be a little critter?
I didn't feel it much more and could not hear anything so I didn't mind it. What I didn't know is that we left a small crack in the tent screen open for my hydration tube to come inside and through that little hole something came.

SUDDENLY John bolted upright and said, SOMETHING JUST CRAWLED OVER MY FEET!!

I sat up (this is a very small tent mind you) and l as well could feel something racing around at the bottom of the tent. I grabbed my light and shined it down at our feet. To our amazement a ferocious and vicious looking animal the size of a of a ding dong with a long tail (deer mouse) was preparing for mortal battle at our feet. John screamed in horror - LOOK OUT, HE MIGHT BITE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR NORTH FACE BAG AND INFECT YOU WITH ROCKY MOUNTAIN SPOTTED FEVER! (John just got this horrible sickness recently and is a bit touchy about it as it put him in the hospital for 4 days).
I took evasive action immediately by laughing out loud at our fierce foe. Undaunted by my confidence and ridicule it persisted to dart quickly and explore all possible exits at our feet as a backup strategy. It found none and I knew we had the slight advantage over this formidable enemy with cute little cup like ears.
Not allowing for anything but constant eye contact so as to keep ourselves ready for quick defensive manuevers, I reached behind me outside the tent to my trusty backpack for a weapon. John took my dearly beloved white North Face shirt and wrapped it around his hands for protection if he should need to defend himself. I searched frantically for my sleeping bag stuff sack so I could entrap this monsterous animal for a brief second before he ripped it to shreds.
Then as if by divine design it attacked knowing I was less in a position to defend myself. It must have sensed my momentary mental loss of forward focus as it raced up my sleeping bag and attacked my body head on!!!
John didn't know how to defend me as it raced around my back, up my neck on onto my head!!! It took spins all around my head of massive hair time and time again as my hands were stuck behind me outside the tent door in my backpack. This made concentrating on finding the stuff bag with my hand considerably challenging as one might imagine. Having such a letal and dangerously huge creature the size of a mans bug thumb racing around your scalp with claws and teeth the size of ... well, 1/4 the size of a normal pencil lead ... it was horrifying. I thought I had the bag from my backpack as I kept my mouth closed so as to protect an invasion of the worst kind. John was frantically jolting side to side to protect himself should the evil creature turn it's awful fury upon him and lay him to waste as it obviously was to me. I was screaming in (laughter) as this scene continued. I gave up on the weapon and as I pulled my hands out of the small opening of the door of the tent the masterfully intelligent creature raced down my back and escaped the way he came. John was panting in panic and I still laughing my gut out, we felt grateful that nothing harmed us seriously, and the only thing left was a few tiny droppings from the vicious animal. I guess it scared him more than us as neither John nor I had to clean up anything from inside of our sleeping bags of accidental nature.
We secured our belongings and made sure the tent door was securly fastened and zipped as tight as it possibly could go to prevent further bodily harm and mortal disasters.
John fell asleep slowly after a few rounds of muscle relaxers took their affect. I slept with one hand under my pillow clutched tightly to a pocket knife. It was a terrifying experience and one that will cause me and hopefully others some good abdominal pain from laughter of the most open and full kind.