A sign that I'm now living in the sticks
Oct 13, 2019 10:23:39 GMT -6
Post by Lady MorningStar on Oct 13, 2019 10:23:39 GMT -6
I recently decorated our new house and yard for Halloween. A neighbor who lives across the road mentioned that there are no children (and thus no one trick or treating) around here, but I told her that my husband and I put up the Halloween and Christmas decorations for our own enjoyment. Anyway, I was outside and setting up fake gravestones and plastic skeletons, all the while making sure to not step in any piles of deer droppings, which are pretty common since a herd of deer frequently hang around the house.
I had just set up the last gravestone when I saw a pile of fresh scat that absolutely did not come out of an elk, moose, or deer. Or a dog or a wolf. It was bear crap. And that pile of crap had obviously just come out of the bear. That bear was likely outside the house, doing its thing, as I was preparing to take the boxes of Halloween decorations outside.
So, lesson learned; always have a can of bear spray with me. There are more than deer in these woods.
I had just set up the last gravestone when I saw a pile of fresh scat that absolutely did not come out of an elk, moose, or deer. Or a dog or a wolf. It was bear crap. And that pile of crap had obviously just come out of the bear. That bear was likely outside the house, doing its thing, as I was preparing to take the boxes of Halloween decorations outside.
So, lesson learned; always have a can of bear spray with me. There are more than deer in these woods.
