"In case of an attack: Act large and fight back."

...or run screaming.

So I look out the window and there's a bear in the yard. It had discovered the bird feeders and decided to go to town on 'em. Little did I know these containers I keep refilling are actually bear feeders. What else have my relatives failed to tell me? Now the idea of going outside is met with a series of cautionary tactics... and comic releif. He looked awfully gangly when he ran off into the woods after I opened door to get a closer look. I'll just sick Snoopy on him next time I see him... haha, that'd be interesting considering the dog pretty much doesn't move all day.

I scored that job at the coffeehouse btw. I already started a few days ago, and actually have to leave soon for my shift. I think Jenny, the owner, is desperate to get the newbies trained before most of her staff leaves for school next week (man, I'm so old...). This is one of the first jobs I've had that doesn't require elastic pants, or an oversized t-shirt bearing the co. logo, or an obnoxious name tag that weighs more than you, or any other unflattering uniform-type. You can wear whatever you want, because by the time you leave, you will have some sort of coffee-related residue on your clothes, garanteed.

And everyone, and I mean every one, is soo nice here. I'm not used to that. People not only talk to you, but will have full-fledged conversations, which with an outsider like me will more than likely end up on a subject about good ole PA.

But I get all the free coffee I want whilst working... **shudders with uncontrolable giddy-ness**