
No pictures, just a story. Bear with me; no pun intended! HA! My first non-pun pun!! I am never good at those..
Two nights ago, I went to see the new Batman movie (not a happy-feel good movie, but it was very well done, I liked it a lot). I had taken the pup out at 9:30 before I left for it, and when I got home it was around 1:00 am. Buckwheat didn't NEED to go out, but I felt for the little guy, so I was ready to just take him out to the rock in front of our house. His usual quick-go-to spot for me.
Every now and then I have the feeling to grab the bear spray before I go out later in the evenings, but this was a strong prompting to take it outside with me. So I took it, now really worried. I stepped out the front door onto our little stair landing and stood their listening to the wind blow the flag around on its pole. Other than that, it was dead silent. Eerily silent. Even with how light it is still, the nights have been getting steadily darker and with the cloud cover, it was very much like a normal night at this late hour. It was then that I heard two distinct guttural grunts. LOUD guttural grunts, but they sounded far away for such a quiet night. I popped off the safety on the bear-spray, and continued down the stairs to the second perch, now shaking. Here I noticed little Buckwheat's nose perking up to a new smell. He sticks his head through the rails (like he does on the balconies), growls and starts to bark like mad!! He saw the BEAR!! I am getting chills just writing this. I lunge backward (with poor Buckwheat's head being pulled through the rails at a rate that probably stunned him) and darted up the stairs, through the front door and after slamming it, I stood their shaking and trying to get a grip on myself. Buckwheat and I were both on edge now, he was still running to the windows, barking and growling and I headed for my room to read scriptures and TRY to go to sleep. Why does Mark have to be away when all the scary stuff happens??
Sunday morning I wake up to get ready for church and think nothing much of the night's happenings, and try go on my weary way. 10 minutes before I leave for church, Buckwheat's at the window barking at something. It wasn't a defensive bark, just sort of a bark for me to know that there's something weird out there. I look out the window and there is a white and red (oh! I have a picture of this one!... see below), and it looked disgustingly like a dead animal with no skin (sorry.. this is where my mind goes when I'm home alone and had a close call with a bear the previous night!). I had no time, so I decided to tell some guys about it at church and see if someone could come over and check it out. I would have felt so stupid if it were a fertilizer bag someone dumped back there or if kids left their pile of toys or something. I warned them of this, so as not to be too disappointed it might not be a dead carcass.

The Elder's Quorum Pres. and another fellow came over in their truck (no gun, but they said they'd go get one if it was in fact a dead animal and check around for the bear), and I lead them to where I saw it. Me being in heels, just had to point up to the hill where I had seen it and they walked up. Then I heard, "Yeah, it was definitely a bear up here. But no dead animal, just someone's garbage." I was so thrilled that it wasn't that poor baby moose (it was about that size). I decided I'd go out myself to pick it up when Mark got home (Monday night) if no one beat me to it. Before the Elder's Q. Pres. left he reminded me who he was and that he likes to kill things (oh my!), so I should call him if I have any more problems. Ok, I will!
Last night, I was watching Nanny Diaries while Buckwheat took up his usual perch on the couch, looking out the window. While I was comfortable and enjoying my movie, I hear his little growl start to rumble followed by fast-paced defensive barks. I jump up and try to see what it is he saw. Nothing!! This happened two more times, for a total of three. I don't know WHAT was out there, but it was getting to dark to see what Buckwheat's eyes could. Lucky guy. I tried not to think too much of it, and went on watching my movie.
This morning I woke up to see the trash bag again, still there and creepy. I went in to start laundry and make my bed, then I came back out and the bag is GONE. I call my next door neighbor and the little boy, Alex answers and he said he didn't know of any bear around the neighborhood, and that his mom was already at work (so it wasn't her that picked it up). I told him to be careful and to know there's a bear around.
I went down stairs with my unlocked bear-spray in hand, and left the screen door open in case I had to run through it really quick. I stepped onto the grass and saw bear scat almost instantly. Boy, did it look fresh. I held my hand over it and it still had some warmth. GROSS. and scary. But more GROSS. I continued on to the top of the hill and noticed there was NOTHING there. I don't think the bear would have put all the trash back in the back and taken it elsewhere. So I know someone must have moved it, but then when did that warm-bear-scat get there?
If you have any theories on this long, thrilling story, let me know!! Mark is flying right now, so I can't call him up and get his thoughts. But I am on edge, and will tell him all the details tonight. So is this bear hanging around for a piece of Buckwheat-Jayci pie? or is he just passing through, leaving his presents at MY house?! Why not the mean people's??
Oh by the way the night after the moose had walked through, there were bear tracks the next day. AH! But that was last WEEK, so he HAS to be hanging around the area...