Friday, June 5, 2009
The Three Bears
Today a neighbor from one of the houses in town called for the name and phone number of the young man who did our gutter work. Before he hung up, he mentioned, "Oh, and you had a bear up a tree right behind your house today." He related the story. The mother and another cub waited across the creek. "But then," he goes on, "wingnut there, on the corner, you know who I mean, started feeding them sardines and peanut butter, and the mother and the other cub came right across the creek too. I told him you don't want to be feeding the bears, but he don't listen." Fascinating stuff. Not only the bears. We live in the woods and I have yet to see a bear here this season, but we've got them roaming through town. So yeah, that is interesting. But wingnut on the corner, that's pretty interesting too. He's had a pretty volatile relationship with his woman for some time now. Supposedly, he was sick of it and headed to Alaska. Guess he changed his mind, and decided that he could be eaten by bears right here. The neighbor is dead right. You don't want to be feeding the bears.