a goose egg


my attitude towards dealing with black bears has changed a lot in the past three years since we bought the cabin. back then we were hesitantly throwing paint brushes at a bear from behind a partially closed door trying to prevent him from destroying the bird feeders. eventually setting off the car alarm worked to scare him even though it made him crash straight through our fence. today I wait proudly for a bear to appear so I can extend myself to my fullest height, make loud noises and make him fear for his life according to mother nature’s rules. the fence however will still be crashed through. neither I nor mother nature can control this. whatever. it’s an ugly fucking fence.