Bears love cheesy puffs and half cooked baked potatoes.
Last night I threw out two baked potatoes. This morning a bear had dumped the trash can, ripped the twisty tie off a stale bag of cheesy puffs, and dragged two baked potatoes out of the foil. Red ants and I fought over the remains. I then dragged the can to the road for the garabge man to take, so... Sign in to see full entry.