While car camping during Labor Day Firepit was puttering about, getting his tent ready for his kids to go to sleep.  There was nip in the air that year, so Firepit had fired up his Coleman catalytic heater.  It worked for a while but had gone out.  Firepit was curious about how much fuel was in the heater.  Unscrewing the cap to the tank he doesn't have a flashlight handy so he uses his lighter...

The rest of us had our backs to him: we were facing the campfire.  We heard this muffled "wooOOF!", like a dog snapping at something that has invaded his space.

Firepit staggered forward to the light of the campfire.  A man of copious facial hair he now looked like he had been bobbing for apples in Nair:  No eyebrows, moustache or hair to fall into his eyes.

Jack Daniels had aided his thought processes.