If a bear broke into my house while I was away, I would blame myself. I wouldn’t want the bear dead. (Note: We get bear visitors every so often but the only time one ever scratched around the door, there was garbage to take to the dump in a locked bin out on the porch. Squirrels try to get in every so often; they know I’m a pushover.)
If a bear broke into the house while I was there, however, he would die. Like, really quickly.
No disagreement there. There is a video of a pet bear who was rescued as a tiny baby and raised like a dog. Comes when called, lives in the house, curls up with people and cats, really cute. I think I found that on Russia Behind the Headlines
I love my squirrels, put nuts out under a big tree for them at night, and they often bring them up on the porch and eat them where I can see them. Guess they consider themselves pets now. My cat disagrees.