Remember cute, cuddly Pooh Bear and his honey pot and his little “smackeral” about 11 in the morning? Fantasy. I am sitting on my window seat when I hear something rattling the kitchen screen. Thinking it is the aggressive squirrel, I clap my hands, say something ordinary like, “oh, go away” and glance up to see a Huge furry arm (leg?) and shoulder blocking my now totally open window and reaching for the honey pot. OMG!!!!
I jump up, race past him to where I have left my metal pan and spoon (so I don’t have to go into the kitchen at night to make them leave), grab the bear-scaring tools and head back to the kitchen. He is not the Least Bit interested in me - he wants the honey. It is after all 4 pm, time for a little snack.
When I first started the banging, he looks up at me like “what?” I kept banging and started yelling and as soon as he headed across the deck, I ran out onto the deck and kept banging and yelling. My neighbor was casually walking up his back yard. I hollered to him to look even though the bear was heading up our yard. I both wanted him to see the bear but also to be safe from the bear - who was not interested in us in the least.
About 15 minutes earlier I had come inside from sitting on the deck. Was I ever glad for that! Bears move Very quietly and if I had remained sitting where I was, I would have looked up to see this bear passing me and attacking my window. Just as glad that didn’t happen. He was probably 300 lbs ~ and cuddly as could be. I can understand why people want to get near them. I had to keep focused instead of going over and handing him the honey and petting him ~ not that he would have let me do that. I would also have loved a picture - and the camera was right there - and . . . the important thing was to get the bear Out of the house. He was coming in.
Ah, life in the mountains. For now I am enjoying the lovely afternoon rain storm.
~ blessings in your quiet and peaceful or at least bear-free life
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