Then the bear sat down and ate the sunflower seeds he spilled from the bird feeder. He was kind of cute. I'd say he was about the equivalent bear-size of a ten year old kid. Mitch said, "He's not a cub, he's probably a year old." God, he bugs me sometimes, with his biology know-it-allness. I cherish the memory of the time I told him about the book Beast I read by Peter Benchley about a gigantic octopus (or maybe it was a squid? (Same diff!)) and the octopus kept attacking boats and people and terrorizing them with his giant beak and Mitch scoffed, as if what I was reading was somehow silly and unrealistic and a total waste of time. Mitch said that octopuses don't have beaks and even if they did, they wouldn't peck boats to pieces with them. Okay, Mitch is a fresh-water limnologist (I don't know) so why would he even pretend to know what a giant octopus would do or wouldn't do with his giant beak? So I looked up octopuses and it turns out they DO have beaks! HA! SUCK ON THAT, MITCH!
Then he ran around a little bit and we noticed his front paw was hurt, and then he shook like a dog and so much water came off of him! He was really wet. Kira wanted to lure him into the house and I had to remind her of the utter destruction one single wild pigeon can do, imagine what a bear would do? and she didn't really care. Then he ran off on three legs. I still have not gone outside to retrieve the remnants of my bird feeders because a) it's raining and b) THERE'S A BEAR OUT THERE!