That night I tucked my flashlight under my pillow. There had been mouse scat on the floor of the tent that morning. And when we heard the rattling of spoons against cups this time, we flashed a light that showed not only a small furry mouse on the table top, but a brush tailed possum ready to climb up the table legs to have his go at the goodies he assumed were there. The bright lights of the neon tube made him very uncomfortable as he scurried under the tent flap. The mouse, however, seemed no less comfortable in the light.
We covered the food box with the table to discourage the local fauna from raiding our pantry. It worked. They didn't stop their raid; they just couldn't reach the apple they had started to munch earlier.