The bear that raided the compost pile earlier this week returned the next morning (see Bear Busted). The Critter Gitter greeted him and announced his presence to the “homestead.” Michelle jumped out of bed and looked out the window when she heard the shrieking alarm. It took her two seconds to look out at the compost pile, but in that time, the bear had disappeared. The upended lid still bounced from his passing, but he was gone.
On the downside, we’re resigned to near heart attacks every time we cross the beams of these Critter Gitters. On the upside, they’re making the birds sing. Continue reading