A million years ago when future hubby was young, dumb and showing off his he-man self, he kicked a bear for me. One night I thought there was a bear outside so, armed with nothing but a camera flash, he went out to chase it off. He snuck up on it, gave it a swift kick in the backside and turned to flee only to fall flat into the snow and couldn’t get up because the kick nearly broke his foot. Turns out the sun had melted a big boulder so it looked like a bear in the moonlight. The next morning as everyone came down for breakfast, each one commented on the flashing lightening the night before. Hubby ducked his head and didn’t say a word.
He snuck up on it, gave it a swift kick in the backside and turned to flee only to fall flat into the snow and couldn’t get up because the kick nearly broke his foot. Turns out the sun had melted a big boulder so it looked like a bear in the moonlight.
That’s funny! :-)