We've had a pumpkin sitting on our porch for a few days, waiting to be carved up for Halloween. One morning, much to Tyson's chagrin, we woke up to find that it was missing.
The crime scene, with the only evidence that it had ever been there. Some lazy bear decided it would be easier to rip the slat away from the porch than to use the stairs. Perhaps he had already done his cardio that day and didn't feel like taking on the elevation. Or he figured that anyone who doesn't stain their porch so that all the wood matches actually deserves to have it roughed up a bit.
The lonely little stem. To be fair, the weather has left the bears with little to no food this year. So they are starving and out in search of their dinner, especially with the winter approaching. He didn't hit any other house this night. I guess one medium pumpkin is the perfect size to fill a bear belly.
He really did a nice job, I think. Nothing else was moved or bothered. No poo. Didn't even sat my car that was sitting so close.
3 little pumpkin pieces on the tricycle. I like to picture a fat little black bear with the bike pulled up to the porch, using it like a bar stool and reveling in this huge score. Or maybe this was supposed to be his quick getaway that didn't pan out.......or maybe stealing a kid's pumpkin is enough and the bear drew the line at the bike.
I am glad you're finding the humor in it. I would be freaked out that I had been that close to a bear!
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