So I’m visiting my parents. They are somewhat - rural, to put it mildly. Suffice it to say they need to have a wood stove because the power will be out for weeks at a time in the winter, and the snow is too deep to get out. It’s rural.
So we all go to bed, and shortly there after we heard a comotion in the back yard. We peaked out, and low and behold - a great, honkin’ furry bear was stomping around, knocking stuff over to eat the bird seed and flowers, and generally making a mess of everything.
Imagine if you will, the three of us, momma & poppa Wonderland, and myself, on the back deck, jumping up and down in our night clothes, chucking things at the bear and yelling at him to “piss off!”
He finally left. We’ve chosen to leave the potted flowers and things until morning, rather than traipsing out there after a full grown bear.
I once experienced a similar situation. Fortunately, the bear’s knocking things over and generally making a mess gave us enough time to get our clothes back on and for me to get off the couch and into a chair so we could pretend we were just watching a movie, and he was drunk enough not to remember it the next day.
Oh, wait, you mean a four legged bear. Never mind.
Ah, no - bears are beautiful. We’re encroaching upon their territory, and attempting to tame them (news flash: they are wild animals).
Take that back, Zenster.
