Maddox calls our neighbor "Beard." His full name is Bob Beard. Every time we go outside, Mr. Beard is on his screened porch, drinking diet soda and smoking a cigarette. Maddox is faithful with his, "Hey Beard!"
This morning, someone knocked on the door about ten times. Out of my peep hole, I could tell it was a man, but I couldn't see his face...so I didn't answer! Anyway, I found out it was Mr. Beard. He had some important news.
(The pictures below have nothing to do with this post, but I thought they were good pictures, so there ya go!)
He warned us that he spotted a bear (he guessed he was around 400 lbs or so) this morning.
That's right.
A BEAR.
You hear Florida and you think - snakes, gators, lizards...but bears?!
This is probably the same bear that broke into our trash can a few weeks ago.
Mr. Beard said he was beautiful.
If I happen to see our new visitor, I don't think I will use that word.
I will, instead, probably pee my pants.
Then again, I would like to get a picture....
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