I just spent the night with a big, black, bear. A mega-bear, gigantic...probably the largest I’ve ever seen. At least as big as a refrigerator, and maybe as big as a Volkswagon Beetle. My bear-time began around the stroke of midnight. Mica (the now-we-know-why-we-have-her-dog) woke us, barking like crazy at the bedroom window. She charged out through the dog door (not unusual) and then charged right back in. (Very unusual.) Dear Husband went out back door and I turned on the flood light at the front door. Both of us watched the huge, black rear-end of that bear amble into shadows. Back to sleep (briefly), then crazed barking. This time, the bear is RIGHT OUTSIDE the bedroom window. All that separated his enormous head from our enormous eyes was a screen, a plate of glass, and about 24 inches. A flashlight shined into his eyes backed him off a little, and he disappeared into the shadows. And a little while later he was back. During the course of the night, that big boy demolished two bird feeders and bit the suet feeder right off the tree. Around dawn, he left for good. (I hope.) Those warnings about feeding birds when bears are active? Believe them.