| By Cherry
Hill
Correspondent
North Forty News
Larimer County Colorado
October
2007 It was the last Wednesday in August when the cricket moved into our
house. We were just headed to bed when I heard a loud chirp on my side of
the bed. Richard and I looked behind and under everything in that corner for the
elusive cricket but finally gave up about 10:30. Around midnight when we were
just into that wonderful deep sleep, I surfaced because of an odd noise that didn't
fit my dream. Quite matter-of-factly I said, "Richard, there's an animal
in the house." Groggily he replied, "I heard it, too, but thought it
was you stomping crickets." He got out of bed and grabbed the flashlight
from the nightstand. A minute later he came back reporting that the front door
was wide open and the remote controller bin near my recliner had been knocked
over. "One of the cats probably came in, knocked it over and got scared." For
20 years of warm months, we've slept with our solid doors open, inviting in the
cool mountain breezes through the screen doors. On a gusty night, a screen door
could blow open, but on this particular night, it was perfectly still. "How
did the door get open and why would a cat head to that specific spot?" I
wondered. Then I heard it again. Richard rolled out of bed more with the
interest of an explorer. After a minute or so, I tiptoed out to see what was going
on. He said in a hushed tone, "You gotta see this…" and for 10
minutes, like two CSIs we combed the living room and dining room with flashlights
uncovering clues: front door wide open again, screen shredded, saliva on the recliner,
controller with one button popped out, hair and seeds on the TV table, muddy tracks
on the Wall Street Journal, scrape marks and bite marks all the way through my
movie notebook and into the top of the wooden table next to my chair. These
calling cards most definitely said a bear had been to visit - twice in the last
half hour! As we went to work with the cleaning supplies and vacuum, I
realized that my Native American horse fetishes that were just inches from the
bite and claw marks were exactly as I had left them the night before. A fetish
is an animal hand-carved out of stone by a Native American artist, typically Zuni.
Fetishes are said to embody the spirit of the animal. What's odd is that
just a few days before, I had purchased my first non-horse fetish - a bear that
I placed on a book to stand guard above the horse herd. That bear was now lying
on his side on top of the book "The Wisdom of the Native Americans."
Could it be that the midnight bear knocked over the bear fetish on his way out
the door? Or that the bear fetish, using all of his power and strength to push
the midnight bear out of our house, was now so exhausted that he just had to lie
down and rest? Well, I'm sticking with that last version. Once we got all
the slobber wiped up, we went back to bed. This time we closed and locked both
doors. The next morning, I inspected the back door and saw the bear's paw
marks there, too. It was lucky he wasn't able to get in the back because that's
where our freezer, spare frig and pantry are located. What a mess that could have
been! I also noticed that on the front door there was one perfect left paw
mark in mud on the glass. I could just picture the bear standing on his hinds,
balancing with his left paw on the glass as he shredded the screen and pulled
open the door with his right. I said to Richard, "Let's leave that one print
there for awhile. I like it." Also with the clarity of daylight, we
realized that the bear had been so drawn to my recliner area by chocolate and
caramel calcium chews I keep in a small drawer. Maybe it was a bear with osteoporosis. It
was time for our morning cup of tea and a piece of that freshly baked banana bread…but
where was the loaf? I distinctly remember putting it on the dining room counter
before we went to bed. Ah…that's what he came back for. We chuckled and knew
that forever after, in our house, it would be known as bearnana bread. We
know we were lucky. We've heard of entire house doors ripped off their hinges,
refrigerators and freezers ransacked, furniture shredded, and lots of smashing
and crashing as a bear desperately searches for food or panics trying to get out
of a house. Most visiting bears are not so discriminating or polite as was
our midnight bear. |