Only with more yogurt, green beans, and watermelon rinds on his face.
to deal with. It was such a MESS. That bad bear!
Ok, so he was bad, and I was mad, and it was a mess, but hey...he was hungry....he was wandering by, he didn't know it belonged to anybody, and he didn't mean to cause a problem, and he was probably really sorry about the whole thing. Right?
WRONG! Because then he came back! And did the whole thing over again. Only this time my husband was home and we didn't know about the bear until the next morning. We had the whole mess all over again. Darn bear.
Measuring the tracks to see how big he is
Its an ancient Indian trick, using a dollar bill to figure out how big the bear is by his tracks. Oh wait...Indians didn't have bills?! Ok, so its my husband's trick. (on a side note, I just noticed that's a twenty, and can I have that Honey?) In any case, my husband, who is a hunting guide, figured the bear to be about 8 feet. Pretty big party crasher. A decent size for a backyard brown bear.
Here are a few more of his or her tracks
No more Mr. Nice Guy. This bear is a problem. It will be back. With so many bear attacks happening this year, we have to discourage this guy from coming around. We don't want to shoot it, if we can help it. So Michael decided on a great idea, and put up an electric fence around the whole garbage area. Then we moved any and all temptations, such as the barrel of dog food, inside the electric fenced area. So there, Bear.
That night I stayed up all night to watch the bear get his. But he didn't come back that night. Or any night yet. Phew.