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Minding my own business in the house, distracted by a bit of movement outside and a big surly-looking bear comes out of the flower garden and starts walking along the path and down the steps. I go out and follow, and by now he seems gone, but turn the corner and he is in the garage. He's not liking the attention, so he starts coming back out and I back off a few steps, and he gives me his most surly look, displaying his nice white patch on his chest. Into the house for me, and through the house, stepping over the sleeping dog and out on the deck. By now he has upended the trash can and has a bag of trash to dismantle on the grass. I tell him to go away in a stern tone of voice, not expecting much compliance, but he looks at me, and then skedaddles. So I picked up the trash and closed the garage doors to forestall further predation. The dog was none the wiser.