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Black bear came in my giant dog door a couple of years back.
Was it friendly?
Wasn't home, my young friend across the street was house sitting.
Had just seen mom for the last time, dying of COVID in assisted living. Had just seen my nephew who had clearly become paranoid schizo/delusional.
Dude calls, totally deadpan:
"There's a bear in the house."
"A black bear?! (LMAO) This is the best news I've had all day. Where are you?"
"In the camping room."
"OK, your favorite gun is in there. Put a 410 shell in it and wait; he'll go away."
Kid called his mom, who freaked and called 911. 7 cops cars come rolling up, sirens and lights blasting, bear was chilling on the porch. LOL, he knocked my fence flat running away, never seen again.
Had to talk to a cop supervisor couple of years later. I was going to confront a neighbor about stealing my pet pig.
"Just go up there and politely ask for him back, call if you get any hassle. And BTW, aren't you the guy who had a bear in his house a couple of years back? I was on that call!"
It was looking for porridge so it was on its best behavior.