As I was driving home the other night, I rounded the corner and bear-ly (sorry.. couldn’t resist) noticed what I thought was a large black dog lumbering across my lane. It didn’t seem too interested in getting out of the way, and thankfully there was no oncoming traffic, so I swerved around it. As I did, it looked at me.
That’s no dog. That’s a freakin’ bear! And no cute Winnie the Pooh bear, either. That’s a big, grumpy, “where’s the garbage?” bear. Just what I didn’t need to see in the middle of my lane.
Next time that I hear something going through my garbage at night, I’m not going to assume that it’s a bandit raccoon.
Welcome to country living.