Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? Bears!
updated 08/27/2007 AT 01:00 AM EDT
•originally published 08/27/2007 AT 01:00 AM EDT
"Once, I had a bear in my kitchen; he ran out when he saw me in the hallway, naked as a jaybird, on my way to weigh myself. I [also] chased a bear out of my living room. He'd been eating chocolate Kisses. I found 15 wrappers on the floor—just wrappers, no chocolate mess. He was much neater than my own kids ever were."
—Gloria Bourke, 70, homeowner
"We got back from vacation and found the front window smashed in. When my husband opened the front door, he saw a little bear in the entry-way, sitting with a beach ball. We later figured a mother and two cubs had been living there for most of the week. It took seven people with shovels five hours to clean out the mess."
—Catherine Hyde, 47, homeowner
"They went into my sister's room and pooped on her bed. But they didn't touch her Hannah Montana poster."
—Danielle Hyde, 7
"I was in Indonesia when I got a call: A bear had gotten inside my house and set off the alarm. He battered down two doors; after that he was a perfect gentlemen. All he took was a tub of java chip Starbucks ice cream and a five-gallon tin of popcorn."
—Tower Snow Jr., 59, homeowner
"My daughter won first place in a gingerbread-house contest at the resort where I work. The next morning, I walked into the [resort's] kitchen and found whipped-cream paw prints. I opened the refrigerator and saw that a bear had eaten her house—all that remained were two walls. My daughter was pretty upset. It took her five hours to make that house."
—Helen Beltran, 38, resort employee
"Last Sunday, around 12:30 a.m., I [heard] something drop on the kitchen floor. I thought, 'Oh, God, [my husband] is eating a snack again.' Then I realized he was sound asleep beside me. I walked downstairs and, before I knew it, I was staring at this bear. He was standing by the refrigerator, holding an orange-juice container. A pickle jar was at his feet. I thought, 'Am I dreaming?' Then I started screaming and ran back upstairs to tell my husband. Two of our dogs, a Jack Russell and a Yorkshire Terrier, chased him outside. He dropped the orange juice on our deck, but came back a couple minutes later and got it. He sure wanted that orange juice. Maybe he had a cold?"
—Shinil Quilty, 43, homeowner