Oh, It's Just a Bear!

     So, the deputy mayor leaves the garage door open for the Mayor's arrival in a few minutes a week ago Friday.  Around 3pm, she hears some rustling around.  "It must be the Mayor!"  Then the side door is shouldered open and in walks/ambles/struts the Bruin!  He was looking quite proud of his own boldness, and also quite unafraid.  After a quick look around in the kitchen, he walks past the frozen stiff deputy mayor sitting on the sofa, and goes down stairs to the lower level.  The deputy then races outside to the car, and locks the car door(after propping the exit door open) and waits for developments.  About 10 minutes later, the bear emerges from the garage and walks away.
       No damage apparently, and no untoward calling cards.
     The Mayor arrived a few minutes later and heard the details of the encounter.  Oh, well, it must have been a case of wrong address.  Then, about 6:30 pm, the Mayor opened the garage door from inside and there was the bear, about 3 feet away, staring into my baby blues.   What a feeling: shock and awe on both parties.  After a good yell, the bear ambled off, and walked down the hill next to the house.  The Mayor found the appropriate sized stone and threw a strike at the bear and hit him square in the ass.  He leaped in the air and raced into the forest below.   He stopped about 100 yds away and dug up some roots to satisfy his hunger at the moment.
     He obviously has made several house calls in the neighborhood.  Locals confirm that he has been very bold in his foraging efforts around Meeks Bay/Tahoma.   He better be careful, not all residents are enamored of bears, especially the bold intrusive types.
   Be careful when walking about in the dark: you never know who might show up!