After John heads for work, I usually turn on the TV and watch about 10 minutes of local news. About all I can take. The big excitement and lead story for several days last month was about a black bear sighting in residential Seattle neighborhoods. The theory is he wandered down from the Cascade foothills, then managed to cross our murderous freeways and hundreds of city streets. Every morning there were new "sightings" (some dubious, from clubbers and assorted night owls.) The news crews were out in full force trying to find and film him, without luck. He covered quite a bit of ground, and probably scrounged enough to eat. In Seattle, we're now expected (make that required) to recycle our kitchen garbage in what used to be the "clean and green" bin, so I expect he found plenty of greasy pizza boxes and chicken bones. The wildlife officers eventually shot him with a tranquilizer gun, and took him back to a "safe" place in the mountains.
http://www.seattlepi.com/local/406320_bear18.html
Another bear was recently captured in the wide, wild median between the lanes of I-5, just north of Seattle. This one got tired of eating grass, and I heard they trapped him in a cage baited with Krispy Kreme donuts, smoked salmon, bacon grease and peanut butter.
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