Up the Creek Without a Peek

The Bear Is Not In

Continued From: "Up the Creek Without a Piddle"

I'm pleased to report we have not seen the roving black bear since that (scary for me, happy for our friends) sighting, the night it showed its ugly snout and ferocious pedicure on the deck next door.

I continue my surveillance, nevertheless, from every window of our house, every five minutes on the five minutes, for a glimpse of wildlife the size of a shag-upholstered love seat walking around.

Meanwhile, Neighbor Sally keeps the dream alive.


^{Photo ©2007 Sally Smelcer}