On Friday, there was an article in the local paper detailing a bear sighting near my office. The title (which I will not share to protect paper’s integrity) had me envisioning a rabid bear with a child in its mouth, a funnel cake in one paw and some cotton candy stuck to its fur.
Upon reading the actual article, I see that this is not the case. Rather, a bear was merely spotted on the eve of a festival, not at the festival. The bad part? The bear was in the lot next door. Immediately, I jump to more conclusions…because that’s the diva I am. Also, because my office is a haven for strange animals. Another post for another day my friends.
I cautiously step out into the parking lot, where I see many squashed and half eaten apples from the trees in our lot.
After seeing the mashed fruit, I decided the bear was near. I crept around the front of the office to see if I could get a bear in action shot….and my fear was confirmed! There was an animal control van! I snapped the photo below quickly. It is blurry because I was shaking for fear of seeing said bear on the loose.
I quickly scurry to the van, where I see a co-worker parked. I yell where is the bear? Here is the response:
Van: What bear! (Note the terror in animal service person’s voice)
Me: The bear that was in the lot next door!
Me: Just now! Look at all these apples! Isn’t that why you are here? Some sort of bear stake out?
Me: Um. Ok.
Van: I’m looking for a missing puppy.
Me: Oh. Ok. Sorry. Hopefully the two didn’t meet.
Van: *blink* *blink*
I fled the scene with the following conclusions:
1) I should write for our paper. My stories are way more fun.
2) Animal Control is just as afraid of a bear as me.
3) Puppies are missing. That’s always a bummer and not a happy way to start my Friday.
4) Due to lack of Animal Control KNOWING about said bear, I fear it is still on the loose. I think I should post wanted posters.