Just today, the very day we posted this cartoon, I had to chase three good-sized bears away from a trash can we’d left out after a 4th of July cookout. Irony? Coincidence? The law of attraction? Or have we crossed over into ( do-do, do-do…) the Twi-Bear Zone?
Actually, in our area of Connecticut, bear sightings have become almost routine. A week ago, I was running on a trail through the woods behind my house. As I rounded a curve, I heard a startled GRRR! Suddenly, a bear –probably one of the three trash burglars– dropped out of a tree just 30 feet ahead and raced away. I imagine that he scrambled up a tree trunk when he sensed my presence but then bailed when I came up on him so fast. To make sure I didn’t become a tantalizing moving object that the rest of his family might chase, I clapped my hands periodically for the next few hundred yards of my run.