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Ursa Major
Oct. 21st, 2018 08:29 pm When we get back from Tokyo my plan is to make a trash can shed or a storage unit to keep animals out. Normally it's raccoons doing the dirty deed but sometimes assholes let their dogs run loose and they go up and down the road perusing the garbage. I even have some plans downloaded but it shouldn't be too difficult to knock one out in an afternoon.
So a couple of times in the last few weeks my cans have been hit, but like I said, since I'm planning to build a shed I'm not getting too bent out of shape about it, and I try to remember to use a deterrent spray on them.
I was sitting around this evening reading and heard some activity outside - namely the sound of something moving in the trees. Nana-cat and Feisal both went on the alert, staring out the window into the dark. I got up and switched the living room light off so I could see, thinking maybe I had some late deer visitors. The garage lights were on so I could get a good look, too. Of course, it could be something minor, 'coons, maybe a clumsy squirrel. So I was more than a little surprised to see lumbering out of the forest a motherfucking BEAR. An honest-to-goodness Florida Black Bear.
Doing what anyone else in my situation would do, I flipped out and ran to tell Fox to come see the bear. Of course it was gone, having headed off around the old dog run and to the rear of the property, possibly to travel along an animal trail that meanders across several human properties just inside the treeline.
I think I've been blaming raccoons for some bear browsing. All the more reason to get that shed built when I get home. No one else seems to bother securing their trash but I really don't want to be the cause of a bear getting shot. According to the FWC this is an area with a fairly dense bear population, and there are some "bear crossing" signs on the highways but I had never really expected to see one in the flesh. When I was running outdoors last spring some neighbors told me they'd seen a mother bear with two cubs around, so I changed my schedule to get outside after sunup, since I do NOT want to suddenly come upon Mama and her babies. So I knew there were bears around but it was sort of like living in Manhattan and knowing Woody Allen lives there, too, but it's not like you expect to actually SEE him.
I was winding down in hope of sleeping a little tonight - I'm all excited and nervous about the trip. And now this added excitement has me all worked up again. By this time Tuesday I should be in Tokyo - or maybe not? Time zones make my brain hurt.
THIS IS A LOT MORE EXCITEMENT THAN I BARGAINED FOR
So a couple of times in the last few weeks my cans have been hit, but like I said, since I'm planning to build a shed I'm not getting too bent out of shape about it, and I try to remember to use a deterrent spray on them.
I was sitting around this evening reading and heard some activity outside - namely the sound of something moving in the trees. Nana-cat and Feisal both went on the alert, staring out the window into the dark. I got up and switched the living room light off so I could see, thinking maybe I had some late deer visitors. The garage lights were on so I could get a good look, too. Of course, it could be something minor, 'coons, maybe a clumsy squirrel. So I was more than a little surprised to see lumbering out of the forest a motherfucking BEAR. An honest-to-goodness Florida Black Bear.
Doing what anyone else in my situation would do, I flipped out and ran to tell Fox to come see the bear. Of course it was gone, having headed off around the old dog run and to the rear of the property, possibly to travel along an animal trail that meanders across several human properties just inside the treeline.
I think I've been blaming raccoons for some bear browsing. All the more reason to get that shed built when I get home. No one else seems to bother securing their trash but I really don't want to be the cause of a bear getting shot. According to the FWC this is an area with a fairly dense bear population, and there are some "bear crossing" signs on the highways but I had never really expected to see one in the flesh. When I was running outdoors last spring some neighbors told me they'd seen a mother bear with two cubs around, so I changed my schedule to get outside after sunup, since I do NOT want to suddenly come upon Mama and her babies. So I knew there were bears around but it was sort of like living in Manhattan and knowing Woody Allen lives there, too, but it's not like you expect to actually SEE him.
I was winding down in hope of sleeping a little tonight - I'm all excited and nervous about the trip. And now this added excitement has me all worked up again. By this time Tuesday I should be in Tokyo - or maybe not? Time zones make my brain hurt.
THIS IS A LOT MORE EXCITEMENT THAN I BARGAINED FOR
