Aug 07, 2007 10:10
Last night a bear tried getting in the house.
It sounded like someone was drunk opening the door or trying to push the door in. Today was garbage day so the garbage can was in front of the door instead of in the drive way. The bear managed to open the front door about a half a foot. I jumped out of bed and pushed and locked the door on about a four year old/four to five hundred pound bear last night. Scared the fucking shit out of me. I think it scared the shit out of him too. He was just poking his nose in having a good sniff getting ready to come on in and get to work on the goodies in the plastic garbage can and maybe open up the fridge for a tasty midnight snack.
My whole body had a hard time shaking for a minute or two afterward. Sat on my couch and felt my heart in my chest for a bit. The fucker actually opened the front door. Bears are really pretty brilliant animals.
We moved the garbage away from the front door. It was a very good thing that the bear didn't get into the house. He would have torn this little cabin to shit. We saw this same bear walking by my house on Saturday right in front of the front door we had open while enjoying breakfast. I think he was casing the joint.