All Things Profane and Sacred

A friend from home emailed me that she has bears (a mama and a cub) hanging out in her back yard.  I can't remember ever seeing a wild bear out roaming around.  I do remember leaving a bottle of honey out in the tree fort one night and finding it ripped to shreads the next day.  I thought it was a bear at the time (what could be more mundane than a bear after honey), but it was probably just a racoon or something.  Poor bears.  They used to be in charge, but now they're in hiding.