Up until this week whenever I thought about bears this song popped into my head—>
And then something TERRIFYING happened, and I wasn’t even drinking! (GASP!) A crash echoed outside SO. FREAKING. LOUDLY. that I was convinced of two things: 1. Someone was trying to break in. And 2. Someone was trying to break in.
In those brief seconds, I also discovered that if my life were a horror film, I would be the moron who ran TOWARD the guy with the axe. HAVE I LEARNED NOTHING FROM MICHAEL MYERS? OR FREDDY-GODFORSAKEN-KRUEGER? Holy MOTHER, even the Scream franchise should have prepared me for this. Run away from the bone chilling sounds. RUN AWAY FOOL.
Instead of cowering under my bed (like BOTH of my traitor cats did, BTW), I ran downstairs (SANS weapon, oh the HUMANITY!), flicked the lights on and bravely threw the blinds back–ready to stare danger in its masked face. What I would have done if some axe-wielding maniac was in fact, standing on my porch, I’ll never know.
But in my mind it registered like this:
And I’m all “Awww, a fuzzy wittle bear-bear.” So I got the moron urge to go outside and take a picture, and then this happened:
Not really, but close. So my mind IMMEDIATELY thought of this:
Which finally made me do THIS:
To which, I ran back inside and locked the door.
I promise these are the only ferocious wild creatures I’ll photograph from now on:
Have a great weekend <333333’s.
All photos are credited to Pinterest.com