I was not looking for any trouble. ‘Serious. But, I did try to sneak one in … through the wildlife neighborhood. Tuesday nights I get the trash ready for the pickup on Wednesday morning. Throughout the winter I brought out the heavy-lidded containers Tuesday night, with a great appreciation for this “hibernation” thing that bears do.
Summer has crept in, as I crept out with my trash containers each Tuesday night. As of last week, “so far, so good”. But tonight, my daughter came to me with some sparkle in her eyes, a mischievous smile, “Dad … I think there is a bear out there. Stash (dog) is going nuts out there on the big deck. I think I heard something down by the road, beating up on your garbage cans.”
I drove down in the jeep. As soon as I saw the can laying on its side, its contents…
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