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fan_eunice) wrote2011-06-21 08:58 pm
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So that just happened. No, I swear the tale I am about to tell is true.
There I am, up at my house site admiring my WALLS (well, supports for walls, but they are distinctly wall shaped). And I'm thinking, this is my bedroom and that is my bathroom and generally wandering about feeling very pleased.
Still feeling quite pleased I glance out into the meadow and see a small herd of deer. Awwww. Country life is actually very nice, I think to myself. Which is when I see the GIANT FUCKING BEAR staring down the deer (do bears eat deer? or was he just saying hi, I do not know). I do know that seconds later the dogs go streaking by in a blur and before I know it....the dogs are chasing the bear. The dogs. ARE CHASING THE BEAR. Who lopes back into the woods.
And I'm like, 'DOGGIES, DO NOT CHASE THE BEAR!' This is when my sister-in-law comes out and I'm all, 'Dude, your dogs were chasing a bear, wtf?' The dogs, quite pleased with themselves are headed back to the house at this point. When the bear was like, cool, the coast is clear and comes ambling back out into the meadow.
Sis-in-law: Holy shit, there is a GIANT FUCKING BEAR
Me: I told you. Also, OH SHIT BEAR
Deer: Fuck this noise, we'll just be leaving now. Very quickly.
Dogs: BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!! Lets go GET THE BEAR AGAIN!!!
Me & SIL: Are you fucking crazy, doggies? THAT IS A BEAR!
Dogs: We KNOW, now shush and let us go go get it! BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!
After much whistling, calling, and coaxing the dogs were persuaded to come back to the house. Where they sat at the window and barked and barked and barked and otherwise registered their disappointment that there was a bear. And they were not chasing it.
We were then told by a friend through an emergency call, that no, we should let the dogs back out because they would keep it from the house and wouldn't get eaten by said bear. Probably. I would like to believe this is true. And they are certainly happy out there, CHASING A BEAR. Still, I am having visions of eviscerated doggie right now.
That earlier bit where I was like, awwww living in the country is nice? I take it back. BEAR.
There I am, up at my house site admiring my WALLS (well, supports for walls, but they are distinctly wall shaped). And I'm thinking, this is my bedroom and that is my bathroom and generally wandering about feeling very pleased.
Still feeling quite pleased I glance out into the meadow and see a small herd of deer. Awwww. Country life is actually very nice, I think to myself. Which is when I see the GIANT FUCKING BEAR staring down the deer (do bears eat deer? or was he just saying hi, I do not know). I do know that seconds later the dogs go streaking by in a blur and before I know it....the dogs are chasing the bear. The dogs. ARE CHASING THE BEAR. Who lopes back into the woods.
And I'm like, 'DOGGIES, DO NOT CHASE THE BEAR!' This is when my sister-in-law comes out and I'm all, 'Dude, your dogs were chasing a bear, wtf?' The dogs, quite pleased with themselves are headed back to the house at this point. When the bear was like, cool, the coast is clear and comes ambling back out into the meadow.
Sis-in-law: Holy shit, there is a GIANT FUCKING BEAR
Me: I told you. Also, OH SHIT BEAR
Deer: Fuck this noise, we'll just be leaving now. Very quickly.
Dogs: BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!! Lets go GET THE BEAR AGAIN!!!
Me & SIL: Are you fucking crazy, doggies? THAT IS A BEAR!
Dogs: We KNOW, now shush and let us go go get it! BEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!
After much whistling, calling, and coaxing the dogs were persuaded to come back to the house. Where they sat at the window and barked and barked and barked and otherwise registered their disappointment that there was a bear. And they were not chasing it.
We were then told by a friend through an emergency call, that no, we should let the dogs back out because they would keep it from the house and wouldn't get eaten by said bear. Probably. I would like to believe this is true. And they are certainly happy out there, CHASING A BEAR. Still, I am having visions of eviscerated doggie right now.
That earlier bit where I was like, awwww living in the country is nice? I take it back. BEAR.
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Also, crazy doggies! I hope everyone is safe from the OMGWTFBEAR.
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At least a BEAR you can usually spot coming.
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If it makes you feel better, there are lots of places in the U.S. without BEARS, which also happen to have hazardous snakes, plants, and arachnids. You might enjoy the desert Southwest. *g*
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Yes, I actually do realize I'm a freak. *g*
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This is making my dogs heroics look less...heroic. Maybe bears just want to find a snack in peace, and have no patience for annoyance so they leave for quieter grounds?
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Her return text that night: Not eaten!
I <3 my kids.
My biggest worry about bears, though, is that we don't know the ones here—how acclimated to humans they are, etc. When we used to live in Colorado and camp regularly at Wellington Lake, we knew the bears there were very comfortable with humans and also very good at manipulating mechanical things, so food had to be kept in coolers, which were then put into locked cars, because the bears were pretty good at opening car doors if they could smell food around the car. No, really. There's a visual joke about bears and grand theft auto in there somewhere, I just know it.
Anyway, the tl;dr = ZOMGBEARS!
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Plans are already in place to start making sure nothing that would make a good bear snack is left outside.
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We used to see black bears every now and then at my parents' place in the Blue Ridge. They were happy to ignore you as long as you left them alone
and gave them free and easy access to the dumpster.no subject
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Also, my typing of this comment was interrupted by my sighting a groundhog in our yard, chowing down on greenery! Not a bear, but still cool.
Here's hoping the dogs have fun, and no unpleasantness!
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I'm kind of the opposite of you in that I grew up in the country but now I'm all citified. I still consider bears to be an OMGWTFBBQ moment regardless of where I am. I'm more blasé about moose but at a respectful distance. I'm so thrilled when I go to Oregon and see deer because I'm all, "Yay, larger wildlife that won't kill me!"