I know a lot of you saw the picture I posted on my social media accounts last night of the Mama bear and her cub on our porch, so I thought I'd tell the full story here. It was pretty comical, freaky, and awesome all at the same time. In fact, I have pretty mixed emotions about it, and about them coming back again. The photographer in me loves it and wants them to stay so I can take a million pictures, while the more practical side of me wants them to go hibernate so I can take my walks without having to think about what I'll do if one pops out at me.
Ok, so, last night Dave and I were hanging out in the kitchen, talking about what last few things we needed to pick up at the store to make our dinner. We heard what sounded like something on the deck, but we both kind of shrugged because we've been hearing it lately and never see anything. Then, there was a loud boom and I see the big black figure with it's paws on our shed. I start whisper shouting (didn't want to scare them off just yet, pictures first!) that there's a Mama bear on our porch.
Of course, pretty much the first thing out of my mouth is "Get my camera, get my camera!" as I'm pointing to my Canon with one hand and taking pictures with my iphone with the other. As Dave is reaching for my camera, the Mama bear RIPS OFF part of the door to our shed and starts crawling in! At this point, we're half freaking out, half in shock. She is on the ledge of our shed with her big butt hanging out and Dave and I are just looking at each other like, "Is this really happening?"