Sunday, October 21, 2018
Jack
I'm sitting watching a movie, eating popcorn, drinking a beer, and our dogs go nuts barking.
I look out the window. Two feet away from my face, a bear is looking back at me. His head is as big as a pumpkin. His black, fuzzy butt is the size of a Lazy-boy recliner. He watches me jump out of my chair and retreat to the stairs. He lowers his head. Sniffs around our front porch. Decides to leave. Slowly. At his own pace.
Took pics this morning.
Ceci
Oh shit!!!
No way!
Ceci
Have you seen bears around there before? Or evidence of them?
Jack
Last month, I am working all around the house. Left the garage-basement door open. After dark, I am dinking around in the kitchen. Hear a crash right under me in the basement. Our dogs go nuts. Get a big flash light. The Bear is in our basement. He grabs an industrial garbage can. Drags it out into the driveway. Pops the top. Pulls out a bag. Drags it into the trees. Kills it.
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