playing chicken with the bear
There was a bear. I was alone there in a little cabin on a ranch the night I met the bear. Well not alone, I had one elderly dog and one small cat with me. But that is not big back up and the nearest neighbors were gone away somewhere. It was late and I forget why I went outside. Maybe for wood. It is all wood heat up there. I was not wearing much but it is the country so no one is going to notice that. And there were two blue glowing lights hovering above the ground on the other side of the clearing.
I stared at those lights, thinking what the hell? The moon was pretty full that night but it was real cloudy so mostly blocked I could not see much. Just those two hovering blue lights. And I stood on the porch staring at those lights wondering what the hell they were, why were they hovering over the ground? And I stepped off the porch and was walking towards those blue hovering lights wondering what the hell was up when —
I got it.
They were eyes.
Doing some weird blue luminescence thing in the moonlight.
And judging from how high they were hovering [okay, apparently not hovering, elevated] above the ground, they had to belong to something about the size and shape of a five hundred pound bear.
So. I was in my underoos and sneakers walking towards a bear. A really BIG freaking bear. And that bear was just watching me come. Not a sound. Not a move. Just waiting.
They say don’t run when you see a bear.
I learned something that night too.
Do not play chicken with a bear.
The bear will ALWAYS win.