I was trying to figure out a way to break this to you gently, but now it appears I don’t have to break anything to anyone, nicely or not.
I had planned to leave my home in Canada next week for Lake Tahoe, California, a place I always thought I would like to live. I like the name, for one thing, and I am taken with the idea that if I moved, snow shovelling might be in my rear view mirror.
But I have changed my mind.
Last month, a family from Lake Tahoe heard some weird noises coming from the crawl space below their house. I hear strange noises coming from our basement too sometimes but it usually turns out it was the cat throwing up or the dog coughing.
The poor Lake Tahonians, however, didn’t get off quite so easily with having a barfing cat or coughing dog. What it turned out they had was a bear who was looking for a nice place to sleep away the upcoming winter. The family had left the crawl space door open and bear thought, “Why not?”
Over the years, I have often written about my fear of bears. Actually, it isn’t that I fear them so much as I AM DEATHLY AFRAID OF THEM.
So Lake Tahoe, you had your chance for a friendly Canadian in your midst but alas, I will not be coming.
A bear expert showed up and guided the bear out from under the house. She has known the animal for years. He’s nuts for the food from the Mexican restaurants and raids the dumpsters from time to time.
And that is the main reason I’ve decided not to move.
I am not crazy about Mexican food.
©2019 Jim Hagarty
