I am afraid of bears. It’s unaccountable; never have I run into a bear in my life. Yet they scare me. When friends and relatives tell me stories about near-bear or bear encounters when they’ve been out in the wilderness, I cower. From the stories. Wilderness, I don’t have that much of around here. Oh, maybe Central Park, sure. It has critters, some of which are at the zoo.
Cubs are cute. But big bears? The horrors.
So I was grateful for this ursine tidbit from Harper’s Weekly Review because it didn’t make me shudder:
[A] “very polite” bear broke into a northern California zoo to peer over a fence at three other bears of the same species enclosed within. “It really was just another day at the zoo in a lot of ways,” said the institution’s director. “We think he was just looking for a friend.”