Sometimes the newspapers here have headlines that you wouldn’t see elsewhere, like the one we had last summer:  Bear opens garage door, saunters into family kitchen, Bruin exits through living-room window.  Apparently he got a whiff of some bar-b-q ribs and decided to help himself to the garbage when the wife of the house discovered him.  The scary part is that he followed her to the bedroom, where she and the husband had to brace the door while he pushed on it repeatedly before getting bored.  He made his escape before the cops arrived.

Tristan and I did see a black bear last summer, but thankfully it was about 10 yards away, scurrying along on a trail, and not eating ribs in the kitchen.