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AMY SMITH LINTON

Lions, Tigers, and –– oh dear.

7/20/2021

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At the Would-Be Farm, the summertime nights are short but punctuated –– irregularly and ungrammatically punctuated –– by wild animals. My dreams are interrupted by the exclamation marks of heavy-footed porcupines, chittering raccoons, and the noisiest of mice stomping around the wide porch of the cabin.  

A light sleeper, I become the Defender of the Castle, flinging off the covers and springing into action during these nighttime ellipses.  
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Porcupines, lacking any sensible fear, get the broom treatment.

A porcupine is an ideal of passive resistance, doing as I was taught way back during my student activist moment –– when faced with ejection, they hold quite still and hunker down.
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After all, who is going to mess with 30 lbs of Erethizon dorsatum? The Latin, btw, meaning "Animal with an irritating back."  And front.

​P.S. The name "porcupine" descends from the Old French for "thorn pig."

I use the broom to sweep them bodily off the porch to open country while warning them for the love of life and limb do NOT start chewing on the building!
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Mice are incorrigible. The original honey-badgers, they do not care, noisily scrabbling around for the possibly imaginary crumb of food at the bottom of the toolbox on the porch.

Despite my shouting and rattling of their hiding place, they go back to rustling and loudly chewing –– through anything –– until temptation is removed from their reach. 

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Raccoons have provided the most trouble, with their clever little hands and insatiable interest in birdseed, in garbage, in coolers left in their reach.

​They persist, raccoons, but they do not like to be yelled at. Who does?


So when I heard the surprisingly loud footsteps –– imagine a stomping toddler with heavy calluses –– outside my window, I expected to see a familiar humped furry back moving around the porch.

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Giving my drowsing spouse the usual warning, ("Sorry babe, I am going to make noise."), I leaped up and hustled over to the door. ​

​I threw open the door, and launched into the lecture I have prepared for the raccoons –– it starts "You need to think about the consequences of your actions!" and goes on, angry dadwise, in a crescendo that often includes the phrase, "Is this a good use of your time and energy? Really?" and so on –– when I saw my intruder.


Mr. Linton heard something like: "You need to think a–– It's a f@#ing BEAR!"
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via GIPHY

Across the scant 20 feet, our gazes locked just long enough for us to share the dawning awareness of our own foolishness.

I could count each of the chestnut hairs around his small, dark eyes. 

What the bear saw, well, it's probably a mercy that I don't hear him recounting the adventure to his teenaged buddies.

And then, like cartoon characters, we each skedaddled.


The bear, the size of a Labrador retriever (but bulkier), sprinted for the cover of the junipers.
I slammed the door, flicked the deadbolt, and hurled myself back into bed, my heart pounding. Mr. Linton settled the covers over us both and said, "Well, that's one way to get your heart going."

Amen, darling.
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PS: this was a relatively small bear, probably 150 lbs worth of youngster spending its first summer without Mom's supervision.

Though it resembled a burly dog, its movement was unmistakably bearish –– that flat-footed gait setting its curvaceous badonkabonk a-jiggling.

The previous morning, this fool bear (or one just like it) had been chased out of the back of the neighbors' car, whither it had been tempted by a broken window and a wealth of fast-foot packaging. Like dogs, bears must love having toddlers around. 

A bit of research reveals that black bears –– who were alive in the time of dire wolves and sabertooth tigers and American cave lions –– usually take the prudent course of running away to fight another day rather than standing toe-to-toe with aggression.

The strategy probably served them well, because black bears are still roaming while most other megafauna are fossils. Of course polar bears and brown bears also survived the last Ice Age, and they are not shrinking violets, so it's a theory for why black bears tend to run away when you make noise at them. 
 
Not to say that black bear are not dangerous. One or so people are killed in North America each year by wild black bear. If not the cardiac shock of finding one on the porch of a morning.


References
https://dinopedia.fandom.com/wiki/American_Lion
https://www.livescience.com/51793-extinct-ice-age-megafauna.html
https://www.backpacker.com/stories/ask-a-bear-do-ultrasonic-noises-repel-you/


Most Important Reference:  –– How to avoid being attacked by a bear:
https://www.nps.gov/subjects/bears/safety.htm
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4 Comments
Hey booboo!
7/20/2021 11:36:18 am

Just here for the pickanick!

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Amy
7/25/2021 02:54:24 pm

Not your ordinary bear?

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bears can run downhill And climb trees... fast!
7/20/2021 12:48:50 pm

Love the occasional lucky bear sighting, though many folks up north are over that kind of stuff. I guess these great survivors are great at getting in to yer car and fridge, even, but terrible at cleaning up after themselves. Thanks for sharing the great story, and for the pics!

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Amy
7/25/2021 02:55:05 pm

Hey Bears...
Thanks! Glad to share the tiny adventures!~

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