A Bear in My Backyard? Really, California?
So, a bear. A huge black bear. Apparently, it decided that residing under someones Los Angeles house was an acceptable life choice. Since Thanksgiving! Can you imagine? Four months of scratching, rustling, and probably judging the homeowner’s interior decorating choices from below? And this is considered…normal now?
Seriously, California. We champion biodiversity, we preach about respecting wildlife, but when that wildlife decides your foundation is a perfectly adequate condo, what then? Do we offer it complimentary avocado toast and a subscription to Sunset magazine? Because frankly, that’s the level of coddling this situation implies.
I bet the homeowner felt incredibly privileged. Four months of living with a potential predator rumbling beneath their feet! A constant reminder that nature is reclaiming suburbia. I picture them saying things like, Its so authentic, having wildlife right in your backyard! Authentic misery, maybe.
And now, after all this time, it’s been “evicted.” Evicted! Like a tenant refusing to pay rent. Its absurd. It’s a testament to the fact that weve completely lost our grip on reality. I fully expect squirrels to start filing for homeowner’s insurance next.
