We have bears in our neighborhood! I wish I had pictures from the other day but unfortunately I only saw the aftermath of the bear visit and then heard about if from the family across the street. We’ve been having problems on trash pick up day because of garbage winding up strewn all across the street. On the first trash day our pick-up people helpfully threw out our trash cans too so we have to put things out just in the bags until we can coordinate a day with hubbie’s car (which has a bigger trunk) to get more cans.

So, I’ve taken to putting the trash out in the morning rather than the night before. Well, Tuesday I forgot, the holiday threw me off, and I got up to find a trash bag that’s not ours torn up and the contents all over the front yard, and a HUGE…pile of poop in our driveway, seriously, the size of our son’s head!

So, I tell hubbie when he gets up, but we’re late to drop the car off at the  mechanic so he says he’ll get it when we get back. All the while there’s much mutual muttering and grumbling about dogs running loose in the neighborhood and calling our friend who works animal control and all the rest of it.

We get back and he’s cleaning things up and he goes, “Hon, there’s is NO way that a dog did this dump…” just then our neighbor is getting back from picking her kids up at school and she goes, “OMG did you get messed up by the bear too?”

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“Did you just say BEAR?”

“Ya-huh, there’s this huge black bear that was going up and down the street last night he threw trash EVERYWHERE!!”

Yeah, we found a way to get another trash can REAL QUICK.