“Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. ...once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting 'bears'.” -Laurell K. Hamilton
Some of the most incredible stories in all of human experience come from struggles against nature. One of the greatest storytellers in all of music, Slaid Cleaves, sings an incredibly (and tragically, like all of his songs) memorable one about Sandy Gray Falls: his masterpiece
But sometimes, it's not a metaphorical bear encroaching on what we think of as human civilization; sometimes, it's actually a bear.
Now I've had experience with chipmunks, squirrels, mice, crows, rats, and even raccoons as pests, but thankfully, never bears. But one restaurant in Colorado Springs didn't just get a visit from a Mama Bear, they encountered an unusually industrious bear that gave them more than they bargained for.
But it gets better (for the bear). Because the next night...
As you may know, bears are incredibly wily creatures with outstanding senses of smell, and if you leave them a way to get to a food source, they will get there.
Fortunately, there are many resources out there for how to deal with bears, and the Colorado Division of Wildlife not only recommended using tack boards placed on top of the dumpsters to deter the bear(s), they actually provided the restaurant with the boards to do it.
And that's our fun little diversion for this weekend. Hope you have a great one, and I'll see you back here on Monday for another dive into the Universe!
(Original discovery via Cracked.)
Believe it or not, bears are a problem here in suburban central Florida. We have to keep all our garbage in the garage until the morning of trash day. We have to bring in our bird and hummingbird feeders every evening. Two of them have been trapped and put down in the last week here in the Orlando area. We have had them go up into our neighbor's tree, scratch their backs on my wife's old S-10 pickup and drag trash from the neighbor's to our front porch for a nosh. One morning, while driving to work (I leave by 5:30 AM), three young bears strolled across the road at a striped pedestrian/bike crossing, suggesting some kind of ursine equivalent of the "Abbey Road" album cover.
I love seeing them even if they are a nuisance and prone to getting themselves in trouble. I know they were here long before I-4 and expect them to still be long after we are gone and forgotten. Good for them.