When I answered the door, a young cop was standing on my doorstep.
“Hey, there’s a black bear in the neighborhood,” he said. “Just wanted to let you know.”
He said that the bear had been spotted in the yard next door. After he left, I told my family, but I admit, we were all feeling skeptical. We’ve got white-tailed deer here, coyotes and foxes and raccoons, lots of wild turkeys, but we’re only a mile from the main street of Traintrack Village. I’ve never seen a bear here — or any scat in the woods.
“Maybe it was just a big raccoon,” I said to my husband. “A raccoon can knock over garbage cans, wreak all kind of havoc.”
But then this morning, my neighbor stopped over with his phone in hand. “I got pictures!” He handed me the cell phone.
And there was the unmistakable proof: a black bear in his backyard, several feet from his window.
