Before Mr LC retired we used to go out every Friday night for a date. Now that he is home every.single.day we no longer need a date night because we are together all the time. Sigh. However, Mr LC decided to be sweet and take me out to Tims for a coffee (smoothie for me) and a doughnut.
Now, we live on a dirt road in the ruralist of rural areas. We are twenty minutes from the nearest small town. This evening we started down our road (in the car) and before we got very far we saw this crossing our path.
A BEAR! I have never seen a real bear out in the wild before. I was scared, very scared. Mr LC was excited, very excited. He rolled down the window of the car and called to the bear! Thankfully, the bear ignored him. This past spring the small town we live near warned about bears moseying around the streets. A small town is heaven for a bear. They wouldn't have to go pawing through the wilds looking for food. Everyone is storing it for them in their backyard. So what, I ask you, is a bear doing all the way out here? He has to actually forage for food out here. He has to compete with all the raccoons and deer for food out here. Go back to town, Mr Bear, I beg you. I am never going for a walk again. shudder.