And then there's waking up in the morning to find your campsite trashed....that a bear was THERE while you slept.
The Apache trailer at least offered a bit of safety. The big plastic box and where I slept was at least up off the ground.
Then there are the times I've slept in a tent. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE LOVE LOVE camping. But I always have those "what if" moments when in a tent.
Well, poor Bill Thorp of Las Cruces has now lived one of my top ten worst fears.
He was in his tent. He heard a rustling. He shut the tent flap and lay back down. Then he got bit. ON THE BUTT. Through the tent.
Brother man was having a nice campout and got chomped on the arse.
That ain't right.
Sleeping in a tent with my face by a thin layer of fabric, I've ALWAYS had terror of being bit through the tent by a bear.
Not only this guy lived it, so did a teen near Raton. He felt a poking at the side of the tent and thinking it was one of his family members playing a joke, he slapped at it. The bear took this none too kindly and bit him on the arm.
Waa! Is this skeeve out Karen week!?? First spiny caterpillars and now this!?! I may not sleep right for *days*!
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