In May a bear broke into my truck. It happened again last night. I heard some light pounding outside, sounded pretty close so I went and had a looksee. The minute I stepped outside I could see that my truck's tonneau cap was open and knew what was going on.
I hollered real loud and the bear skedaddled up my driveway and into my back yard. I saw it plain as day from about 30 feet away. Pretty big, Looked like Chris Christie in a fur coat!
The cap and tailgate were open. I closed the tailgate and pulled down the cap. The latch was in the 'open' position.
The bear has figured out how to open the cap and tailgate. Ulp. What's next, poppin' the ignition and swiping the truck? Maybe I'll just start leaving the keys in it to prevent damage...
Zero damage to the truck, thank goodness. There was no food in the truck this time, so I can only surmise that the bear must have remembered there was food there once and went in on spec. She must have been very hungry. Or else our snowfall last week reminded her what she needs to do before it comes in earnest. Or maybe she just knew today is trash pickup day and was cruisin' for a garbage can buffet.
When the bear ran by, my Maggie barked and chased her, but not very far. Tami, being somewhat smarter, did not. Heh. They were reluctant to go for our walk last night, but the treats in my pocket overpowered any fear of the bear. They didn't want to go outside this morning without one of us, and when Mrs. G took 'em for a walk their noses never left the ground.
Just another day in Paradise...
On our way to go grocery shopping, Mrs.G: "Well, at least the bear didn't write 'wash me' on the truck...".
Ya tryin' ta tell me sumthin' dear?