People are often surprised. It can simply be someone came in a room too quietly and freaked you out when they said something. Or it can be something such as you hear some clanging around and find a bear sitting in your garage eating trash. The latter is what happened to my family on Thursday night. The garage door was left open and Mr Bear decided it was dinner time and berries just wouldn't cut it.
Let it be known that my family's garage is by far not the most organized nor the easiest to navigate. This bear was hungry enough to climb over an antique, cast iron bath tub just to get to the trash cans in the back. Well when my parents discovered he was in the garage they of course had to get him out, so they scared him off. He then scrambled back over the bathtub in a very Winnie the Pooh type fashion and proceeded to walk up our sidewalk. Now you can't have a bear on the sidewalk, so my dad fired his rifle. At the gun blast the bear then booked it up the hill.
Whenever our family comes to visit they always state how lucky we are that we get to see so much wildlife and truth is we are. But the luck sort of runs out when you happen to be close enough to give a bear a hug.
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